This morn I looked myself
This morn I looked myself in the glass green,
And saw a new person I’d never seen.
A goddess she was glowing like Selûne,
A woman I saw, staring at me today.
I know not how she came to take my place,
To steal my shape and modify my face.
A gentle smile had come to her soft lips,
Conveying her secret in tender whisps.
With breasts and hips, and knowing, slyly look,
A repertoire of wisdom, bound to book,
And in her flounce and manner there was power,
A sashayed step with not the slightest cower.
Behold my wonder at this twist of fate,
To have nobody hated to berate.
To have nobody watch me as I cry,
As I found that the woman there was I.