by Eric Y. Theriault

Sitting in a room of mirrors,
But all I see is you.
In the sunlit room,
I see you in a mirage,
and in the moonlit sky,
I see your beautiful eye.
At night I am awaken,
though I know not from what,
I know it is you somehow.
Ah, if I could be near you now,
I would be soo happy,
and I wouldn't have to pretend any more
as you would be by my side.