It was a dainty looking thing with a gold plated rim. The rim fanned out in uneven strokes which looked like a peacock with it wings spread out; this spread-out wings just looked more like the edges of the Iron-throne
It was a rare piece from a rare soul. The soul who had gifted this gift was encased in the body of a god – the god of beauty.
You might find it weird for me to describe a man as beautiful but he was. His skin was as dark and shiny as a well polished shoe.
His smile brightened up every room he entered. I always told him his smile was what differentiated him from Roman soldiers; he was self-aware, beautiful to behold, sculptured, a diplomat with a steady head.
Someone I wanted and knew could lead my army any day, any time.
He was also well travelled. He had sailed the Caribbean sea, skied in the Alps, horse-ridden through the deserts of Africa and gone to a lot of places i had trouble finding on a map.
It was on one of his many trips to Europe that he acquired this reflective piece for me.
He said it spoke my name the first time he saw it.
“What silliness and blasphemy” were the first words out of my mouth as my hands swatted his biceps.
The irony of my dainty hands swatting at his well toned biceps wasn’t lost on me.
“No sweet; it did. The mirror is you and you are the mirror.”
“How my love? How is this possible?” I asked?
“The mirror shows your class, it shows your strength, it shows how sharp your brain and tongue are” he replied.
“I look at it and I see how wise I was to have sought after your heart.”
At this point I lightly touch him and laugh. “You give me so much joy my lord.”
“The gold plated rim which encases it reminds me of how much you envelope me with your love.”
“You see why I said it spoke your name to me?”
With joy, gladness and love, I gladly collected my gift from my lord, immediately commissioned for a mantle to be made and placed on the wall opposite our bed with my mirror placed on it.
Every time I wake up when my lord isn’t around, the first thing I see is my mirror.
It shows me what he sees when he looks at me and it motivates me to be better for us.
It tells me to wake up with a smile on my face, it tells me to scrutinize myself and readjust myself as I get off our bed and place my feet on the Arabian carpet.
It cements and renews our love and vows to each other.
It assures me and gives me peace.