I wanted to touch to the magic mirror,
Because you were my finest hero,
And if we meet in the point-zero,
It will be an unforgivable error,
I need so much my action’s alteration,
And I guessed your love would bring salvation,
As and every poet possesses inspiration,
I made your image and called it my creation,
“And everybody’s sole has their temple’s basement,
And when they wish to build landmark, clean up a placement”,
And you should know this compelling statement,
I found my guilt, it needs the biggest cessment.