The reflection in the glass,
Is the outer image you see,
To glimpse into my soul,
Look into my eyes to see, ...
Experiences of a lifetime,
As a child inside me,
The experiences of a woman,
Laid bare for you to see.
The pain and hurt,
Joy and happiness too.
All are inside my soul,
There to share with you.
For when you believe,
That love has no lines,
No rules or limits,
Then it it returned in kind.
Returned with a fullness,
Only a woman can give,
The entire heart and soul of her,
Infant, adult, and kid.
See not just the reflection,
Look deep into my soul...
For all that I can give,
Is all that you can hold.
Written by M. White...on January 13, 2003
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