|Behind The Mirror
He could see her image, burning bright
In the mirror, through the glass
And he could not take his eyes off her
As the daylight faded fast
He gazed in wonder, as she knelt
In prayer and reflection
For could he tell her how he felt?
Could he handle more rejection?
Did she know her eyes, her smile,
Were all that he lived for?
And that he would walk a country mile
To fall down at her door?
He tried to think how life would be
If his world rolled on without her.
If she were gone, no more to see
No more could he think about her?
Imagining a parallel world
In which she never had existed?
The though crept into his brain, uncurled
Itself, but he forcefully resisted.
He knew dark hair would weave a snare
He knew that line, that song
But he abandoned caution, threw off care
And trusted he wasn’t wrong
She is smiling still, she’s looking good
And she’s making him feel bolder
And he would give her everything he could
If he could only just hold her
In his arms for just one minute
To tell her how he feels
In his pool of love, she’s the only one in it
It’s only her love that heals
Only the light that pours forth from her face
Warms him like the morning sun
And of every woman in the human race
She truly is the only one
Whatever fate would hold in store
Whatever mysteries life snagged them in
There is no-one, no-one he loves more
Than he loves his Mary Magdalene.
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