Traits Poem by Claude Simpson

When she stands in front of the mirror, I see angles of her;
One clear and transparent while the others blur.
The truth that represents the virtual replica of genuineness;
The untruth that represents the virtual replica of opaqueness.

I see truth in essence as plain and unmagnified;
I see it as just, pure, unclothed and gratified;
I see it as most relevant to reality
But more so I see truth as it approaches infinity.

I see untruth in essence as attractive and painted;
I see it as unclear but flowery decorated;
I see it as carved and stained with deception
As it allows for distortion and confusion.

I see the identity of truth as it opens its unwavering characteristics.
I see the identity of untruth as it displays its misfit.
Truth is seemingly a bride from creation
But untruth though is the bride of destruction.

When she steps away from the mirror,
It is back to square one.
Analyzing her personality,
I am yet to understand.