Meeting In The Bathroom Poem by Karel from Prague

I look into your beautiful brown eyes
into your kind, gracious face.
You smile at me and
The world seems immediately more radiant.
Even the wrinkles around your eyes are laughing
And now I see the dimples in your face.

We have lived together so long,
Why didn´t I like you a long time ago?
Why was I only looking for your flaws?
I forgive everyone else, and yet
I painfully felt every slight failure in you.
Does a perfect person exist?

Who will love you if I do not?
You are me,
looking in the mirror.