a stranger to my eyes

I look in the mirror and I see a youth

Her beauty conceals a secret,

Her eyes reveals a truth.

She muses deep in her thoughts,

I knew then she was a dreamer

and of fairytales and fantasies, she's a believer.

She creates with passion and determination,

her goal is clearly perfection

I ponder she's an artist, truly original.

She clamours and tedious, she could never be

dull or boring, she's none of that, you see?

Indeed, she's a fun and loud one!

She's daring and bold,

that is what I'm told.

She's an adventurer, out to take on the world.

Gentle and sweet, one that would sweep you off your feet.

She's a lover of love and to a young man,

she is a chic romantic.

But, she's deeply lost

She's searching for her purpose in this life,

and she's willing to find it, at all cost.

I turned away from the mirror, in surprise

It appealed to me, that it was I

a stranger to my own eyes.