I placed my hand upon a mirror as though I could find her hand there
she whose words are my own as when our thoughts flow together
whose touch of class makes my heart want to beat
I suddenly turned to look at the door and felt her standing near
I shivered and warmed, impassioned
Felt I our embrace!
Yet just a daydream....... I am alone
I turned again to the mirror and there an impression of a hand more slender than my own
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