How could your likeness
Be in another?
A passing similarity
Impossible I thought
None exist near your strata.
Is't true?
Perish the thought!
A trick of the eye, naught more!
No, something else...
A sleight of the mind.
She appears as you
For I wish it was
My own starved heart's
Visceral projection
The mind can establish anything true
No such complication makes me love you.