For my friends, John and Debbie Severeide.

Two faces share
A single mirror.
I'm so afraid, she whispers,
Of what? he asks,
And she sniffles
As she wipes away
An errant tear.
Looking in the mirror
At the lines
On her face,
And the gray
In her hair,
She sees the sorrow
Reflected
In her own eyes.
I'm afraid,
She confides softly,
As she raises her gaze
To his,
Of what you see
When you look at me.
I am no longer
A young woman
Able to hold a candle
To the beauties
That still flock to you.
And he smiles gently
As he turns her around.
Taking her cherished face
Between his hands
He soothes away
Her worry with
A loving touch,
You are my candle,
He croons,
The lone light
In my life, and
I will always flock to you
And only you.
You and I,
We are bound
By our hearts
And by a life shared,
And truthfully?
I fear the day
When another
Will see what I see
And try to take you away.
But why do we fear
What we should not?
Our love has seen us
Through many a loss
And many a joy,
It is strong, grown tensile
With the life we have shared.
Do not fear, my darling,
Because I would have no other
When I have you.
You are my candle,
You are
My only light. 


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