#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
impartially showcasing everything,
It lists everything with it's silver gloom,
When it gets hit by the golden sunray
It radiates solar bliss
It emits solar delight so pure,
Against the swamp's hisses, it's the cure.
When the moon bathes in romantic hue,
The mirror reflects love, so true.
With fondness, it blesses my amour.
Dear to me , sweeter than that rumor.
© Medwickxxiv