Reflections

The beauty here between us, comes not from only me,
Your gentle, kind and giving ways,
Have helped to make it be.
You say you feel unworthy, you hold me up too high,
Because even the eagle, without the wind, can't fly.
For everything, it has two sides, a front side and a back.
And one without the other, would surely cease for lack.
Don't put me on a pedestal, for I may topple down...
Just give me what you have to give, with both feet on the ground.
You find the very best in me. You bring it to the light.
You give yourself so freely, and make it seem so right.
A woman's like a mirror, reflecting what she's shown,
A lot of what you see in me, is that which is your own.