An honest mirror - magicless -
will show you every wrinkle, fault,
revealing imperfections such
you might just turn away and run.

If that mirror is your life,
no angle lends a softer look,
however fair you wish to seem,
unless you blind yourself and lie.

When eyes endure the faults and flaws
only then will they have sensed
the silhouettes of larger truths:
sights unseen since childhood,

when delusions grew no roots
within a vernal mind so pure
that the mirror would reflect
the spellbound paragon of youth.