Mirror mirror tell me*

Mirror mirror tell me
Am I not young still,
Are not my lips carry
Luscious feel,
Aren't my hips
ready for a turn
Doesn't my hair
Holds dreams auburn,
Doesn't my Bosom keep
Love red and deep,
Aren't my eyes blue
Made for a Beau,

Mirror mirror tell me,
I am the beauty
that the world seeks,

Mirror mirror tell me
I hold youthful blush

Mirror mirror tell me
For me the world does the rush.

(*Note: loosely based on a painting as attached, done by Pino Deani, courtesy : Musica Pittura e Dintorni)

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