The paintings in the art gallery <br />Remain the same <br />And continue to reflect <br />The eternal beauty <br />As inspiring today <br />As when I saw them as a child. <br /> <br />The ways of mirrors are not as true: <br />In the past a lover brushed her hair <br />Into the soft gaze of an adoring mirror <br />That seemed to love her <br />As much as I did, <br />But now the lover is gone <br />And only loneliness is reflected <br />In the same cold and unsympathetic mirror.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adoring-mirror/
