Friday, 16 October 2009

Mirror, Mirror


Love looked admiringly at Love.
Reflected back a vain perfection.
She asked: How deep, how far, can I go?
Then fell for her own image.

Fresh from her preenings,
Love took notes.
Compared. Contrasted.
Dreamed of the tall, the dark,
The Happy-Ever-After.
Then joined the dots to conquer all.

On the way to Happiness,
Love went blind,
Lost her way,
And settled for the dead-end instead.

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