On a miracle mirror
when you saw your image
you became drunk
and fell in love with
your own image.
You separated youself
from your non form
into a form.
From that day
you became the first lover
on this earth
and made the whole creation
as your beloved.
26/10/08
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This was spot on about so many people. How you worded it was perfection. Nicely penned with creativity.