Through the Glassbyslowhand60©
In her reflection I see myself in part,
and as she sees me in her heart.
For which part is the man I am,
and which she would have me be.
Before her, I was a callow soul,
and thought and acted as such;
but upon her presence, I became grew
into the man I became
and put away the foibles of youth.
For now I look to my past through the glass darkly;
but then in her face I see my light;
but then will see myself as I have always known.
And in this I find hope and forgiveness.
And put all aside for what may be.
For she has set me free.
Love, acceptance and posterity.