Dream of a mirror

In my dream is a mirror I greatly desire
So bold and so beautiful I truly admire
In the midst of darkness I can see it reflect
Light in midst of shadows, Hope in times of neglect

Its glassy rim bounded by a strong floral frame
Boasts its uniqueness for nothing looked like the same
Its delicate glassy handle, though brittle and thin
Makes it even more special, tender to the skin

As it lay on a window on a lonesome evening
The moonlight’s touch on it makes it even more daring
I tried to grab it but in its handle I saw
A marked name in the handle that struck me with awe

And then I suddenly woke up from this pleasant lie
My happiness has ended with a very deep sigh
I sadly accepted that the mirror was never mine
It belongs to someone else, someone more divine

Someone whose face the mirror desires to reflect
Every inch, every curve she will never reject
He who in its handle has embedded his name
His name more appropriate and more fit than mine

And so here I am sitting in tranquility
Playing with rhymes and words, to mold an overworked poem
If ever you read this I hope you can’t relate
With the story of a boy whose love’s not returned…