Bothered by the attention,
She looked in the mirror,
Confused and feeling the tension,
Why couldn’t she see herself clearer?
He had called her a “vision“,
She wondered why,
Was he bound by tradition,
That he felt the need to lie.
A sudden knock on the door,
Had her come back to reality,
One look at him standing like before,
She felt concerned by his duality.
Walking with her to the mirror,
He told her what he saw,
An angel only for his eyes,
Even the moon is beautiful with its flaws.
© 2021 Shreya Shah