Ode To Love

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Set me up, before my fall.

Cut my hair, and change my clothes.

Make me look, each bit, a rose.

Run whispers through my burning ears.

Wipe my nose, and catch my tears.

Heal the bruises, pass the tape,

Help me forge all that is fake.

Paint my nails, and bin my food,

Tread on my nerves and spoil my mood.

And when the final fall has done it's harm...

Catch me

In your loving arms.