Mirror, mirror

On the wall.

I know the fairest

Of them all.

Her beauty lies not

In her shape or size,

Nor in the color of her eyes.

Her beauty lies not

In her jewelry or clothes,

Nor in the paint on her toes.

True beauty rests

In the purity of her soul,

Where all falls under her control.

True beauty rests

In the strength of her voice,

Where she possesses freedom of choice.

A mirror cannot reflect.

And the naked eye cannot see.

The depth of beauty

That lies in me.