Narcissus کے بول

i'm falling in love with her hopelessly smitten and strangely driven to stop and stare and wonder how have i been here before? and why do i want more and more? each into the other, this plainly forbidden fruit that has given form to what was private bliss upon reflection i find i'm losing myself and my mind can I woo her through the looking glass this refraction of light i see? in the pool face to face we match like ghosts, like family, like angels translucent and in-between i'm falling in love with her brazenly object willingly subject as sunlight through the moon like a soliloquy or two forever as one, me and you