The Forsaken Bride

And as my soul looks, into your soul's eyes,
I see myself, reigning your heart and mind,
But into your mortal eyes,
I seek myself,
Help me find myself, Do I still reside therein?
Or am I your forsaken bride?

(c) S.S

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