Her Mirror

Mirror on the wall,

Please tell me to stand tall,

Don’t tell me I need a wherewithal,

To change my face into a waterfall,

She cries and cries and cries,

And he tries and tries and tries,

Telling her how she blooms like a flower in his eyes,

But she replies,

My love what do you benefit of the lies,

Your interest is with my thighs,

Unless I disguise my face with different kinds of colors like butterflies,

He replies,

Looking at you,

Looking through,

How people struggle to unscrew,

The knowledge that they view,

From you,

My darling let me be your mirror on the wall,

Then beauty shall call.