Darkness of love

There she is in the mirror again
Her dark shadow follows me
A lump of blackness
Always present if not always seen
Helping, caring and loving others
Oh so tender and gentle
In the sunlight, moonlight
And even in the darkness
But there lurks the secret
Of unlove, dislike and disgust.

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