I catch a glimpse in a mirror, <br />Reflecting a picture of me, <br />And noticing not quite perfection, <br />I wonder, <br />What is it, he sees? <br /> <br />The eyes, now tired, slightly jaded, <br />The years of pain etched on my skin, <br />My hair now losing its lustre, <br />And Yes, <br />I’m still way too thin. <br /> <br />I study that face in the mirror, <br />Devoid of cosmetic reprieve, <br />I search for a much younger version, <br />And wonder now, <br />When did she leave? <br /> <br />I think about him, now as always, <br />The mirror, it seems never lies, <br />A young girl is standing before me, <br />Wearing love, <br />As a perfect disguise.<br /><br />Linda Harnett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/perfect-disguise/
