A mirror stares behind his eyes.
One image breeds its other; two work one.
Lover takes lover, soothed by mutual lies.
Strangeness proves them. This is Fear,
of truth or injury, a foible (known,
imagined) likely always to wait near.
Tones may go dim, glasses distract
two lives illogically to ways not shown.
Love is more liable than glass to crack.
Forever man to wife is set,
the sum which each unwittingly is grown.
Mirrors have one skill only: to repeat.
Tactless the day Time speaks up clear.
They cannot bear to part, go it alone.
Truth is what mirrors tell, which may be queer.