Who knew everything I felt.
She knew my every weakness,
And the problems I've been dealt.
She understood my wonders,
And listened to my dreams.
She listened to how I felt about life and love,
And knew what it all means.
Not once did she interrupt me,
Or tell me I was wrong.
She understood what I was going through,
And promised she'd stay long.
I reached out to this dear
To show her that I care.
To pull her close and let her know
How much I need her there.
I went to hold her hand,
To pull her a bit nearer,
And realized that this perfect dear I found
Was nothing but my mirror?
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