You break me to your dismay.

Dear, should you want to see yourself,
You should not break my heart
For in its very mirror
You forever see your face.
Dear, should you want to see yourself,
You should not dry out my soul
For in its very pool
You for ever bathe your grace.
Don’t kill the lovers, who are layers.
16.01.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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