Mirror, Mirror, Standing so tall
Who will ever catch my fall?
Will it be the one I love,
Or will it be someone to shove?
I’m scared beyond repair,
Does someone have love to share?
I looked into his eyes,
They were as blue as the skies.
“I want you,” I said,
“My love for you is deep red.”
He kissed my forehead,
Because he had had a long tread.
He said, “Without you I’m nothing.”
“I love you, you're my everything.”
That’s all I wanted to hear,
Now I have no fear.
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