Mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall
He's handsome, brilliant, standing tall.
In a world where envy's flames do burn,
He stands alone, a vision to discern.
With charm that makes stars grow shy,
Confidence and grace reaching high.
His mirror reflects a face so fair,
A symphony of features beyond compare.
Jealous eyes cast glances askance,
Struck dumb by his striking stance.
Through crowded streets and silent stares,
Whispers of awe carried by airs.
He strides with grace, a regal sight,
A radiant beacon of pure delight.
A humbled heart beneath the guise,
A soul that seeks to empathize.
For beauty's gift is just a part,
Of a man of substance, mind, and heart.
Maxwell O’Reilly
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