I'm looking in the mirror,
Watching my life unfold before me.
Is that really me,
Sitting there staring back?
I look in the eyes,
Set in this face.
I see myself,
Smiling back.
Hope reflects there,
As do love and respect.
This friend whom I've known so long,
Cares how I feel and is there for me.
I now realize I'm never truly alone,
With this friend of mine.
For to love anyone else,
You must first love yourself.
- Kendra Lee Locke
This heart that flutters near my heart
My hope and all my riches is,
Unhappy when we draw apart
And happy between kiss and kiss;
My hope and all my riches--yes!--
And all my happiness.
For there, as in some mossy nest
The wrens will diverse treasures keep,
I laid those treasures I possessed
Ere that mine eyes had learned to weep.
Shall we not be as wise as they
Though love live but a day?
- James Joyce, poem from a collection of his poetry entitled Chamber Music, printed 1907.
