Into my eyes he lovingly looked, <br />My arms about his neck were twined, <br />And in the mirror of my eyes, <br />What but his image did he find? <br /> <br />Upon my dark-hued eyes he pressed <br />His lips with breath of passion rare. <br />The rogue! 'Twas not my eyes he kissed; <br />He kissed his picture mirrored there.<br /><br />Yehudah ha-Levi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mirror-67/
