on
seeing
his
resplendent
image
in
the
reflective
glass
that
did
start
a
lifelong
romance
every
minute
of
every
day
he'd
take
an
idolizing
look
at
himself
in
the
mirror's
venerating
window
he's
not
vain
not
half
he's
right
into
self-love
kissing
himself
until
the
glass
fogs
up
who's
that
lovely
fellow
with
the
conceited
appearance
as
he
throws
his
adoring
arms
rapturously
around
himself