Which of these would you rather be?

On a dark winter morning at 3 AM
Customarily roused from sleep
Wide awake while another slept in peace
I was, its fair to say, surprised to see
That all the restless beating of my heart
Said there was a poem inside of me

"I looked at the mirror
She looked right back at me
And just as I was about to start
She beat me to it and asked like the wind carefree
'The thing loved or the loving thing-
Which one of these would you rather be?'"

One for solace

(P.S. Holy Cow would like to add that the photo above was taken by Rattlesnake- a cousin from distant lands- when the two of them were spending a rainy afternoon on Rajpath. This fact was of course brought to her attention by the said cousin, who recognised the photo as one he took. Holy Cow had just assumed she had taken it, given her liking for mainas and such, and bit her tongue a little when truth was revealed :-p )