Two Faces In The Mirror Poem by Agatha Eliza

brittle being, brought into my life by crystallic oceans,
it's you who embraces the mortals' love with your tears
is it the sweet bloom of love which is shown only to me
or isn't the world created from chaos to long for agony?

from painful shards of broken mirrors, we gather our past
as we are competing life in order to explore the unknown;
we reflect upon glimpses of dreams and obscure illusions,
underneath pale crescent we descover the secrets of love.

what mystery beyond veils of night, carefully lies hidden
if not the precious love which by cruel death is stained?
but now grievance within pure angelic hearts will remain
as icy strokes of dagger in the petrified nocturnal pain.