#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray...
I stop and stare and hope for someday,
Someday when I would find the one I love,
and he would keep, protect and call me his dove,
He would tell me how beautiful I am,
and help me cook roast ham.
Laughing at what could have never been,
when we are old and thin,
If we never took a leap of faith ,
And figure out how things turned out great‼️
© Ayesha