If My Face Was a Mirror

If my face was a mirror, Your love has broken the glass, Shattered not seeing clearer, Puzzles present to past. If your womb was of water, Indeed 'twas I that drowned, No sculptor nor a potter, Could craft the curse you've crowned. Some say your love is fire, And I the weakest wood, What made you burn desire? To beguile in my blood. Heavy you are of stone, Atop a fragile feather, My heart you crushed to own, With lies to love forever. Before I was a bridge, Until your beauty blew, My life over the edge, And then I fell for you. Emotions in me entered, As intercourse was nice, Yet serpents in you centered, A heart colder than ice! My trials and tribulations, With you tell like a tale, As sour and rich relations, Of Angels loving hell. If my face was a mirror, Your love has broken the glass, Shattered not seeing clearer, Puzzles present to past.