When I looked upon the reflective glass, I expected to see my loveless past. Instead, I saw my true hope at last.
Her essence was that of a new flower in the spring as the bluejay sails the skies to sing. Joy and happiness she cam to bring.
My soul had finally found sanctuary with this angel that was smelling of luscious strawberry. A soul I needed her to help carry.
A future was seen, a wife and kids. Was anyone other than her my wife? God forbids. Unknown as the hearts and minds of the faceless druids.
Idle thoughts ceased to exist when I fell to my knees. She did not move with me. What manner of mirror is this? The range of feelings I had I could not list.
Then I made a mistake... I blinked, and thus disappeared that beautiful mink. Leaving a lonesome heart with no trace of a single link.