We see through a glass, darkly .
This then a mirror,
of brass, not of glass.
of brass, not of glass.
This then, not a true, reflection,
of me.
of me.
If we marry someone who loves to swim is it fair to be unhappy they will not fly with us. Yes we grow together, but fish don't fly and birds don't swim. If you are a fish married to a bird, remember why you made that choice and be great full for the time you share together.
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