Such beauty shines from your heart for me,
is it you in the mirror, or my image set free?
Do mirrors reveal beauty, or is it found in the frame?
Is what I perceive in it vanity, or could it be shame?
So then how can I tell what a mirror looks like?
For it reflects not itself, but I through my sight.
Perhaps mirrors show us, just what we want to see,
not itself in all its glory, but bold reflections of glee.
Is this me or just another face, to those who dare perceive?
Who can I trust, the mirrored image, or a thought I leave.
Does it light up our skin, or search deep in our soul?
Burning tissues in our heart, it reflects the heavy toll.
Pretty girls with shining curls, bearing smiles to stop a nation,
magnetically drawn to every mirror; in search of jubilation.
I believe mirrors attract great beauty from deep within.
It turns away all ugliness; is that such a terrible sin?
We are scared of its dark side, for fear of bad luck,
desiring transformations, or our youth to be stuck.
A mirror’s lasting impression, shall never be revealed,
reflections never differ, as the mystery remains sealed.
No matter our view, there is one thing to be assured,
our eternal hunger for mirrors shall never be cured.
© A family gathering and fascination with a mirror & its frame
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