THE MIRROR

There’s a mirror on the bedroom wall

Or in the lounge or in the hall

And when she glances there about

She sees an ugly face look out,

Yet when I look, and this is true,

My darling angel, all I see is you.

And in that mirror on those walls,

From fragrant bed to shadowed halls,

The face that gazes out at me

Is the face I love, for it is she,

And the only ugliness, my dear

Is the fat old man behind your ear.

And he is gross, there is no doubt,

A belly and a porky snout:

But the princess in the looking glass,

The loveliest prettiest little lass

Only sees what she must see,

And not the beauty that is she.

Comments: 3

Angel sent from God Secret Sisters Oct 16, 2009, 4:30pm EDT

Very nice!!

Mary Fagan Oct 17, 2009, 11:09pm EDT

Hey - is that Dorothy? What a dear and wonderful face! "Oh, to see ourselves as others see us..."

Risa G. Oct 28, 2009, 6:51pm EDT

OMG how romantic of you. She looks really sweet.