Mirror Of Erised

By Gurpahul Singh

In a great castle, I strolled

In a hall where moonlight shed,

And in front, there it stood

The Mirror of Erised.

I knew it won’t just show

Whatever it is one requires,

But as the old man said,

“Only our deepest, desperate desires.”

I thought it would reflect me

With a brilliant degree in hand,

Or maybe one of those wands

To rule all sea and sand.

The Philosopher’s Stone, why not

Or just a bag full of gold,

Or my name’s on every tongue

By the time I get too old.

But do you know whom I see, my love?

It’s you, how beautiful, so fine,

With that lovely gaze at me

And your hand held firmly in mine.

Your smile, it’s gentle, it’s shy

In sorrow, my heart did drown,

While your eyes, they spoke of love

My tears they quietly rolled down.

Last lie you told me, dear,

Was that, for sure, you would,

Love me for a thousand years,

And for a thousand years, there I stood...

By Gurpahul Singh