Reflection of True Beauty

I am critical of every flaw. I make sure not to leave out a blemish. I show what's there Up close and personal Covering nothing. Every time one looks at herself in me She looks frustrated, sad, helpless Yet on occasion she has a glow about her, A gorgeous illumination of happiness, Surrounding her golden strands like a God gifted halo. Her eyes, unmistakably a beautiful honey brown, Are mirrors themselves to a sadden past, And of an uncertain, yet hopeful future. Her imperfect skin, which troubles her so, Changes slightly from year to year, To her inconvenience. Yet what she seems to not understand Is that what I show her is truth And who I show her is real, honest. And because of that, Her reflection, in every way, is magnificently beautiful.