A mirrored- image smiles
mischievously at me,
twinkling eyes
so full of fire,
an air of confidence,
what killer-desire,
that boy could set the world on fire.

I stand upright,
fists clenched,
fighting this urge to say, “Liar!”

For my smile goes down,
these brown eyes are tired,
the dance seems almost over,
my waning desires
have put out my fire &
I feel a bit dire.

O, Love me please mirror!