Who did I fall in love with…was it you?
I invite you to click the link and listen to my recitation of
“Love in a Mirror” music by David Darling
Love In A Mirror
Who did I fall in love with…was it you?
Was it a summing up of things you said and did so well
those small details that I liked for you to do?
Or was it my own image in a mirror, wishing it were true?
Who did I fall in love with…was it you?
Love in a mirror begins to look more like our own face
as time goes by.
We see what we choose to see,
and mold the other to fit the image we hold in our mind’s eye.
But is it really you.. or is it really I?
Is it more than just a longing to feel and see our own selves more clearly?
Like Humpty Dumpty pieces we find some missing parts of us
scattered in the new friends that we meet.
Something in the way they smile or extend a loving hand
makes us believe,
if we were to pull them closer, we might feel more complete.
Do we need a million pieces to make us less empty and less broken?
At some point do we see they are not pieces meant for us, nor merely tokens?
Love in a mirror is not really a love story that involves two
It is what we choose to project about someone who is still unwrapped and new,
who has yet to disappoint us by revealing their darker selfish hues,
and that they too are looking to find in us, their own faces back, reflecting
Who did I fall in love with…was it you?
Was it a summing up of things you said and did so well
those small details that I liked for you to do?
Or was it my own image in a mirror, wishing it were true?
Who did I fall in love with…was it you?
Karima Hoisan
April 27, 2012
Submarine Bay of Tranquility
LINC Island SL
Digital Rabbit Hole 
I feel the emotion, the sense of disappointment, in your words – hugs to you my sister x
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Aww thank you Clyte, but this one is more philosophical. not particularly personal:) It’s a theme I have thought about a lot lately..finally put it into a few verses. Thanks so much for your comment and your concern..hugss
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Is there a limit to the truths one poem can contain? Its beautiful, Karima… and true in more ways than I care to count. ;o) Hugs hon
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Shesa:) thank you for stopping by and leaving your very positive comment. As I said above, have been pondering this question, which is a deep one. I was never sure how to approach it, and then yesterday I saw it a bit more clearly, so I took my chance. I’m glad you saw some truth in it too:)
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This profound poem addresses such a precious human mystery… of just what is it to “fall in love”… that overwhelming passion the human heart longs for, desires. And then when we find reflection for this occurrence, we take yet another fantastic ride. Always we are mirrors… and as you so beautifully put it how we project our most precious ideal images onto this new, as yet unwrapped soul, concealing the person who is really there…
Is the “romance” over when we see that who is there, once unwrapped, is not the hero who we projected them to be?
So did we fall in love with ourself….or a dream….or the dance of romance itself… or a hopes that this time the dream might turn into something true?
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