Mirror mirror on the wall

Who is this that you see?

A man, a lover or a beast?

“That is a question for yourself.

Do you see projections of yourself

from her eyes or yours?” the mirror replied.

“I am blinded”, I said,

by my love for her

and her eyes become mine

I see not a man, nor lover

but a hideous beast

baring its fangs at me

That is me

trapped eternally

in the mirror of solitude