~ by Nancy B.Brewer~ Dear Mirror, 
In my youth your glow was godsend.
Now tell me why you choose to offend?
Remember me “Reflection” your old friend.
Dear Reflection,
I am only a painted looking glass.
The glow I see was never meant to last.
It is the beauty of the soul that outlasts.
Dear Mirror,
Can you show me just a peek?
I need to know of this strange mystique.
Do others know of what you speak?
Dear Reflection,
I am only a painted looking glass.
It is only “Time“ that can show you this forecast.
For it is in the eyes of “Love” that true beauty last.
~books and poems by author: www.nancybbrewer.com