The Mirror

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.