Fickle View
I have made you
More than you are
And you have become
That reflection of mind
In body too
So too I become
More than I am
More than I was
More to be true
Reflecting a distorted view
Impaled am I
On illusions
Of unreal
Unreeling dreams
And phatom spirits
Come child of my whim
Fix and repair
Credible and belief
That reflection in my mind
That is more than more
Set my conscience at ease
Fill me with the balm of true
Exact and new
On rethinking, the old view
You have become even more
And I withdraw all
Second thoughts
Forgive me if I ever doubted
She hugged me, and kissed me
And said its true
Shimon Weinroth
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