A second look
Frumpy, fat, plain, old, broken
She sees herself
Mirrors don’t lie
But telling no truth
They are much more guilty
Of the more grievous sins of omission
A second look
Mine
Sees her as such a precious thing
If she were as gentle I would tremble to touch
For fear that a petal would fall
Special, subtle, real
Each day a new life of joy
Whole in that without her I could not be
She is beauty for me
Preceding any other definition
I have filled in all the spaces
The mirror cannot see
If only she could see with me