MIRROR OF LOVE

I've learned to live honestly with a small heart through which I see your eyes. I never discovered the islands of love, nor did I own that boat laden with roses.

Recently, you visited me in my dream, illuminating the place with your blue eyes. You gave me a mirror bearing the image of a love that knows no lies. You told me it was a different mirror, one that shows things as they really are. On rare occasions, you told me it was a magical spirit crafted by lovers' desires.

At the end of our dream, you smiled faintly when I asked you about love. I think you see the truth but forget it. So, tell me, when will we celebrate and compose a beautiful song?