When I delve into sorrow
i'm lowly not alone,
no matter how hollow
she's been there, she knows.
My grimace amidst tears
my only ever dear,
feeling what I feel
my magic little mirror.
- Samuel Richard Leonard
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A refined poetic imagination, Samuel Richard. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.