She keeps you in her heart
Mesmerised with your reflection, you love her
When she smiles
it feels itchy,
What did that painting in the gallery tell you?
You stood there infinite times
She ran through you, like a current, no?
You wanted to have all of them
In one form or another.
Whose heart was racing with excitement and joy?
That was her, no?
Looking at herself
Through your eyes.
Through your body.
Have you ever seen anything that much before that?
You cannot see her
All she does is to reflect you, tirelessly and infinite times
You encounter a bit of yourself
wherever you turn your head
She can see through you
Did you not wonder who is looking,
when you stood up and wait there?
It felt itchy inside.
You loved your reflection of you looking at that painting
that felt itchy infinite times, no?