My Soulmate

To my very eyes, is it true that I have found
the wonderful one that loves and needs
as much as I do her?
If only I could remove the mirror...

The mirror that separates yet astonishes each.
The mirror which manifests the face of "what are the odds?" or "how could this be?"
When all along it remains
a holographic, side-less reflection perceived by both sides.

What I would do to episode
you and I as one.
You and I no longer.
Just a fateful pound of flax.