She stood in front of the mirror for her reflection to see
'mirror mirror' was her crying plea
'tell me i'm pretty'
'speak of my beauty'
the mirror was silent quite along time
and finally it responded it's answer divine
'i see before me the perfect view'
'a flawless creature young and new'
'a picture of fitness and flawlessness'
'you are the envy of all in your flesh'
'i see the wrinkles you have covered so fine'
'i see the tan to cover the cold hard hands of time'
'your smile speaks volumes of happy bliss'
'it shows your quality and finesse'
'you have the perfect facade for all to witness'
'your clothes are starched and clean'
'your skin and teeth have an unnatural sheen'
'your beauty is numerous, and should be etched in stone'
'yet you stand before me all alone'
the mirror fell silent and changed it's hue
she stood there silently awaiting it's cue
finally it spoke with a sad tone
'now let me show you what is not being shown'
the mirror sent images of her life and crime
it showed the tortures she endured for an exterior shine
it revealed her past before her eyes
deeper and darker than moonlit skys
to the depths of her soul the mirror did steep
to show her beauty that comes from down deep
once again the mirror did fog
allowing her memories to rise from the bog
she stood there crying with head in hand
as the mirror looked backed softly from it's stand
it spoke to her a few last notes
it had meaning in it's lasting quotes
'for ever can you fight to be young'
'but time will undue the work you have done'
'tis better to let the soul shine thru'
'let people see the true beauty, that i see in you'
the mirror went dark and never spoke again
she continued on with her own plan
till years later her looks were gone
she turned to the mirror and sang a sweet, sad song
'tell me the truth'
'am i still beautiful? '
'do you still see my youth? '
slowly but surely the mirror awoke
and these last words the mirror spoke
'i see before me a beauty divine'
'whose beauty has not faded with long lost time'
'what i see before me is still the same young girl'
'in spirit if not body, you are always my pearl'
'it took you years to see what i see'
'it's not your body, it's the soul that breathes sweetly'
'now you know the truth with no hidden fee'
'look to your own heart for the answer'
'it will always set you free'
the mirror dusted over with dirt and mold
as she stood there in rags wrinkled and old
she watched as the mirror cracked and shattered
leaving her there withered and tattered
she turned and walked away with a smile on her face
for the last image on the mirror was her beauty still in place...
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