I look into the mirror,
At this face I see.
None other then yours,
Stair back at me.
I feel you in me,
Even though we my be far apart.
As though a tiny seed,
Had been planted.
And the buds have started to part.
Emotion flows,
As anxiety grows.
Will I ever see you again?
Or will I always be,
Staring in the mirror
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