Painter, would you paint me
today in all my natural hue?
Would you paint me as I am,
with my imperfections and blemishes true?
The mirror in my room isn’t just the same anymore!
Now it has many faces,
myriad visages and countenances.
They all stare back;
from you make me forget
the whole world and
fly, spiraling higher, in a steady flight
I have forgotten to take care of my mirror!
The mirror on my bedroom wall has cried for long now,
Two little elves
sat on the tree top
painting the leaves
in bright red tinge.