I see myself in her. I see her in myself.
The sparkle in her eyes as she goes there and explores the world.
Her eagerness to be back in the comfort of the known.
I sense my own need to be loved in the warmth of her touch.
The desire to take everyone in the fold of her love.
The hunger for the written and spoken words.
I see my love for colors in her paint brush.
I hear my voice in her singing.
I see flare of my anger in her animated gestures.
I see my own reflection in her..