the poet's daffodil
When we see a mirror...
It shows not just our face
but our heart's desire—
I smile— it smile back,
not a window but never tire,
It can be seen... but never be touched,
You are me, yet your image is vague,
I'm not a painting, but a likeness of you—
a...
It shows not just our face
but our heart's desire—
I smile— it smile back,
not a window but never tire,
It can be seen... but never be touched,
You are me, yet your image is vague,
I'm not a painting, but a likeness of you—
a...