We reflect one another,

But it’s not exactly a mirror

It’s deeper—more alive.

When we see each other, we do give something back,

But it’s never a perfect copy.

It’s mixed with who we are,

A reflection, yes—

But tinged with our own colors, our own tune.

Because when I see you—

It’s not just you I see,

It’s the energy you bring,

The kind that takes up space,

Fills a room,

Turns heads,

Stops time.

You’ll say it’s just a reflection—

That what I see in you is something of me,

Bouncing back.

But what I think you overlook is this:

Reflections are not neutral.

They’re painted, charged, beautifully distorted.
And what you reflect back is tinged with all the beauty,

The warmth, and the fire that is 
Uniquely you.

Your energy—

It’s not just reflective.

It’s amplifying and transformative!

It bends light.

Turns the ordinary into extra.

Sure, we reflect back at each other—

But you bring something to it.

You evolve it,

Turn it into something more.

And when I see you,

It’s not just me mirrored back.

It’s you,

In all your breathtaking light,

A glow I enjoy in awe.

Maybe I reflect a piece of that,

But you—

You flavor it.

You color it with your fire & music,

Your own magic.

And when I catch the reflection that has travelled back to me

I feel it.

Not just see it.

Feel it.

Because it’s not just a reflection.

It’s you.

And that changes everything.