The Mirror

Written by: Lizzie Treetop

She was beautiful just a simple girl
Skin young and sleek not a wrinkle to be seen
Breasts that any man would want to be lost in
Sleek long pretty shiny hair, haunting smile
Unaware of her youth and her beauty
Unaware of the deep envy in my beating heart
Does she love with every passion in her soul
Does she feel so deeply, does she understand love.
Does she know what it is to truly care
To fly to the stars, to feel ecstasy in a single touch
To feel everything within, passion roaring
Like a volcano about to erupt and explode
She does not have to look in the mirror and see reality
Her reality is the bursting to life of a brand new bud
No yet experienced or tainted by doubt or fear
A glorious rose ripe for the picking
I do not want to be her, I want to be me
Once I was this girl, but I did not know life
I have experienced life and tasted its honey
I have know, happiness, loneliness, pain and despair
Suddenly within the heart I am young again
See past the years; see all that this heart offers
Unfortunately, not this young beautiful fresh bud in bloom
But this mature child woman, longing for your touch and your love.