My mirror

The reflections glare as I stare far down
The water rippling yet there is no sound

My cold hard face shines back at me
The mirror showing what I can see

Stunning blue eyes climb out of the deep
Shinning still, but without much sleep

A fragile smile painted faintly on
With uneven teeth, yet perfection lives on

Golden mane frames a youthful face
Stray light hairs out of place

A tear falls and breaks the mirror
A distorted image came to appear

I can no longer look at what was she
For that is not now, how I am to be

For I have changed in a way not seen
He showed me how I could have been

In his eyes I saw how I was wrong
That beauty is not a way to live upon

Love is how my world should be based
With kindness and willing, not of face

So thank you to him who made me see
That loving was how I should really be