A divided face

In a face divided by a line,
the other half of the face is hidden,
a hidden side that is not imagined,
a mystery that awakens the gaze.

In each eye a story is intertwined,
in the curve of the lips a secret,
the other half hides its own race,
a parallel and discreet universe.

The shadow is projected in the mirror,
reflecting the duality in her gaze,
one half smiling and full of desire,
the other, silent, willing to be silent.

In every gesture, the truth is revealed,
in the hidden corners of the countenance,
the other half longs to be the one,
that in the reflection shows itself radiant.

Two faces in one, one in two halves,
a puzzle that seeks to fit together,
light and shadow in reality,
the other half that aspires to shine.

The other half of the face waits,
for someone to unveil its hidden mystery,
to recognize and understand it in its entirety,
and breaks the veil that covers its worship.

Thus in a face divided in two
the other half whispers its longing,
a timid call, full of voice,
that seeks in love its hope.

In each eye a spark of illusion,
at the corner of the lips a smile,
the other half longs for union,
with that being whose soul she understands.

In the other half of the face hides,
the perfect complement of the being,
an incomplete reflection that responds
to the call of the other half of his being.

And so between obscurities and halves,
the face shows itself complete at the end,
for the union of both realities
reveals the beauty of its totality.

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