Mirror Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

He's like a love song, a melody so sweet,
Captivating my heart with each rhythmic beat.
But as I listen, a question begins to grow,
Is he the mirror in which my own reflection I know?

I turn to look into his eyes, searching for a sign,
A glimpse of the person who has so captivated mine.
Yet, when I gaze upon his face, I find something amiss,
For in those eyes, I see not him, but only myself in this.

Am I the one he's singing for, the one he holds so dear?
Or am I merely a canvas, upon which his own desires appear?
This enigma, this puzzle, leaves me lost and unsure,
Wondering if his love for me is real, or merely a facade to endure.

He's like a love song, a siren's call that draws me near,
But the more I listen, the more my doubts begin to veer.
Is he the mirror in which I see my truest self?
Or is he simply a reflection, a mirage upon the shelf?

I long to reach out and touch, to feel the warmth of his embrace,
But the distance between us, a chasm I cannot erase.
For in his eyes, I see only my own image stare,
Leaving me to wonder, is he really there?

He's like a love song, a melody that captivates my soul,
But the more I listen, the less I feel in control.
I'm left to ponder, to question, to search for the truth,
Hoping to find the man behind the song, the one who holds my heart's reproof.