"You're blooming recently,"
they would always say.
Her eyes filled with glee,
she would answer them with a smile.
"Maybe you're inspired,"
they would assume.
"You're in-love, right?"
they would then add.
She would just laugh,
because, partly, they are right.

Yes, she's in-love.
But they never would have guessed,
that it is the same girl who smiles,
whenever she smiles,
mirth in her bright eyes.
They never would have expected,
that she loves that girl,
who cries with her,
whenever she is sad.

Yes.
Yes, she's in-love.
She's in-love with that person,
who always greets her,
everytime she stands
in front of the mirror.

Yes.
Yes, she's in-love.
She's in-love with that girl,
who never fails to reflect,
that pure love she offers.

Because for her,
in a world full of betrayals,
in a place where you're uncertain whom to trust,
there is nothing wrong,
Nothing wrong with loving one's self,
more than anyone else.

So yes.
Yes, she's inspired.
Yes, she's in-love.
She's in-love with herself.