Mirror

I am beautiful, because you told me I am
with crystal eyes and gentle hands
you sang my praises in a soft whisper
with all honesty, because you don't understand
as an artist you painted a divine image
looked at me with rainbow eyes
and set about to capture the sight
careful hands shook slightly as you tried
I could have spared you the heartache
as you encased every perfection in your art
could have told you the enchanting goddess you painted
was not me, but the angel in your heart.
But I sat beside you crying internal tears
I watched silently with a troubled soul, as I knew
that one day, you will come to realise
any beauty in me is only a reflection of you...