The polished plane twists what it sees,
A warped reflection, mocking breeze.
My smile a grimace, eyes cast down,
Beauty distorted, where's my crown?

Lips pursed tight, where laughter played,
Wrinkles etched deep, where youth once stayed.
This glassy snare, a cruel deceit,
Shows not my strengths, but flaws.

But wait, a hand, a touch so true,
The warmth on my cheek dispels the blue.
Love's gaze reflects, a vision bright,
The mirror's lies dissolve in light.