You..

So this Poem for you, My Muse is called YOU..

I Look into the glass,
I see the image get reflected.
Is that ME standing there?
Or is that the YOU IN ME getting reflected?

You - The Muse that Captivates,
That transports the senses beyond reason.
The Inspiration Within,
And The Person Without.

A thousand stars in the sky,
Vouched for a Powerful Union.
And Yet its Destiny's Whim to Change,
The Imperfect Game for the Perfect Match.

Changing the game is not to be tried,
Yet I find Myself Lost in You.
How can My Thoughts Not Wander,
And Find Themselves Stuck on You?

You - The Wonderful, Mysterious You,
The Scarred yet Pristine You.
The One I Feel More than Myself,
And Yet Know Not and Let That Be.

I Shatter the Mirror into Tiny Fragments,
To Drive Your Reflection Away from Me.
But My Action Taunts Me in the Cruelest Way,
Each Fragment Reflecting More of YOU IN ME....