Reflections from inside the mirror

Janos Vaszary ~ Woman in front of the mirror 1904

Love has no name.
It has no form, but is formed to
the shape of the vessel
that holds it.

Love has no taste
but its flavour permeates
every meal we share,
every meal we make
of each other

Love has no sound,
none but the symphony
or silence
of our shared breath.

I know this yet
I grasp for love as
though it may be held.
I promise myself
as though love may be kept.