When the looking-mirror holds a gaze,
Reflections alive in mysterious ways.
Eyes not of glass but of living light,
Revealing secrets, both dark and bright.

In the silent chambers of reflection's view,
Whispers of truths, both old and new.
The mirror, a portal to unseen places,
Where faces stare back with enigmatic graces.

When the looking-mirror itself can see,
Past the surface, deeper it flees.
Echoes of stories it quietly holds,
Of untold wonders and secrets untold.

Eyes that watch in a wordless trance,
Catching glimpses of every fleeting chance.
They witness the joys and sorrows untamed,
In the realm of the mirror where images claimed.

Through time and space, its vision extends,
Grasping moments, making amends.
When the looking mirror bears a soul,
It echoes a tale of lives made whole.