There in the mirror I see
the man who adores
the one who never ignores
the person who protects and comforts me.
The glass reflects his affection
that tender smile
makes my life worthwhile
his love for me is the meaning of perfection.
Though time might mar everything
including this mirror bright
and life will succumb to a lesser light
our love will endure, yes survive anything.
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