A Lover In The Mirror - Poem by Prosper Nwokoro
There was once a lady, so pretty, so true
To her unfelt lover, that made her a fool.
She felt so pretty, and her fickle lover too,
No doubt made her finery a pleasure as due.
Soon, this poor girl, saw not her lover again;
A feat so frightful, it drove her insane.
Insane or not, there was little she could say;
None believed she has a lover till today.
She would often tarry in her room as though,
Her unfound lover caressed her there also.
she was found pierced by the mirror shards below
Her bed. Who killed her, only she would know.
When you look in the mirror, never say her name;
She might come, for her lover treats her the same.
There was once a lady, so pretty, so lame;
She fell in love with herself and it brought her fame.
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