Removing shadows with the shades of ink;
My friend I find you a loved reflection
That falsely have I once let mine eye blink:
Drowning my breath in watered complextion;
Or likening my light to the moonbeams
That create shades in the absence of sun
Though sourced in that great orb that never weans;
Or when the light expires I was one
Wrongly to herald echoes as a path.
Yet today, I find you have shown to me
Where lies the mote that, stuck in my eye, hath
Brought many a false reflection to be.
Removing it I'd turn away dismayed
If not for the smile your pen displayed.
