The Looking Glass
By Sadie
Mirrir, Mirror, on the wall "Who's the fairest of them all?"
The mirror replies.
The man with hair of silver bright.Who's eyes of
liquid chocolate shine.
Who's brow when creased or on brow raised, can freeze
a son right then and there. Whom needs no words except
his stare.
Who's smile can radiate unconditional-conditional
love.
The one who looks in to the glass sighs.
"Yes magic mirror you are so very wise"
"Some day I am going to be like him!"
"Some day I am going to be like him!"
"Some day I am going to be like him!"