Narcissus

Written by: Emmanuel Paul

I wouldn't fall in love with my own image like Narcissus did - 
the fool!

What was it that he saw that made him so give up his heart 
for something unattainable. 

I wouldn't fall in love with my own image like Narcissus did.

Perhaps it was the pool he so adored, well, if that be;
How then it did deceive him cruelly.
Poor, poor, sad boy; if he had but received real love,
instead of nothing but a miming mug,
I'm sure, that he would not have sought to waste,
So valuable a thing as love upon a flimsy face.

I couldn't fall in love with my own image like Narcissus did,

When what I see when I look at my face
are blots, not seen when I stand in the shade,
But magnified now I move closer in.
But then he had no spots, no wrinkles too.
Still, even if mine was so smooth,
That I could fool a women's touch with it,

I do not think I could, like him, pine after my own image.