When I look

When I look at it, it is interested in me.
When I move, it moves simultaneously.
I never thought that when I looked at it that I could say "I love you"
But now when I give it a try, I know that I do.
It is a really peaceful picture which I am looking at.
Just like there was no fight, like the whole war was in my head.
I know that those thoughts make nonsense.
I know that what I am looking at is protected by a big fence.
I know that only some people are allowed inside.
People who help, those who are willing to, in these dark days, burn there last light.
The thing at I am looking at seems puzzled but proud.
But the thing that I am looking at doesn't dare to say that out loud.
The thing that I am looking has fought that fight.
Visual for others, while it kept the real war inside.
But the heaviest fight, is no longer.
The thing that I am looking at, it looks happy. It looks stronger.
It has won its long battle.
Now it awaits the last parts to settle.
It was a casualties of many confrontations.
A problem, a breakdown and a fight on every occasions.
But there nothing as mighty as it, there is nothing so high.
My reflection in the mirror, there is nothing as strong as I