What hold do you have of me That I tend to measure myself In the sparkle of your eyes Or depth of your sighs? Why must the tone of your voice Or purse of your lips Have the power to decide What eats me up inside? How did you turn into my mirror But kept a mind of your own Will the reflection I see Ever stop breaking me?
A Weave of Words 
Great use of images. That’s what writing is about using words that can create pictures. The measurements by different ways than we’re use to is fantastic!
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Thank you, Ben, as always 😀
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welcome 🙂
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What a gift you have. Beautifully poignant verse.
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My hearts melts 🙂 Thank you for the appreciation!
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Always delighted when I find good work to read. Keep writing , my poet friend. Bravo. Take care.
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The feeling is mutual for your blog!
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Thanks much beaucoup 😊
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