In the realm of reflections, so enticing, I implore,
Dare you gaze deeper, through mirrored door?
Both screen and glass, they serve our lore,
In wild imaginings, treasures they store.
Do you perceive it, the subtle ghost of my breath,
Seeping through screens in a dance with death?
Does my tender might find its way to you,
From my heart, across the ether, straight and true?
Oh behold, to lovers' eyes – mirrors they become,
Reflections of ardours not easily undone.
In your sight, sweet dear, what might you find?
What of me, in your reflection, is gently consigned?
Can you hear the whisper of my nails' subtle dance,
Tapping on the keys in a suggestive romance?
Does my shadow flicker on your screen's blank wall,
As you decipher my words, answer the call?
In the theatre of your mind, what images take shape,
As our digital personas begin to escape?
Invisible to others, yet so vividly real,
We waltz in our castle, the dance seals the deal.
A hall of magic mirrors, each reflecting a part,
Of the many facets that compose our heart.
So many angles of you, a multitude of me,
Each mirror a story, woven in fine filigree.
Who will be the first to caress the cool glass,
To step through the mirror, to let the threshold pass?
Or shall we find more pleasure in this artful game,
Of reflections and shadows, in love's sacred name?