Reflection of a Vision

Teach me. How am I to forget?
Take away the shudder and fear
The loss of never knowing.
How else am I to say again, 
Yet anew.
What poets rhapsodized for centuries
Unrequited, distant as if a looking-glass
Or peer through an old magazine
To see her a century already bypassed 
At the site of her vision,
Infatuated.  My fate.

Am I as destined 
For this mutual interest, numbing desire
From the other side of the mirror
To which my cheek is pressed
The total of my passion
To be only an untouchable Reflection?