Curtain Call Poem by Natasha Ashwe

Open the folds; reveal
A love no one can steal
The fire of my soul
The man that makes me whole,
Open his eyes to me,
Let there be light when he sees
All that I promise to be,
All that his love will set free,
Open the doors to our life,
Show us the world we make right,
The goodness of passion between
The lovers emerged from the dream,
Open my heart to its twin,
Let endless mirrors begin
To grant us the love we desire,
To echoed encores of our fire.