Hours in front of mirrors,
Hoping that they might lie,
By producing a false image,
Never seeing something that could give me joy,
A one dimensional view of a multi demensional me,
I feel beautiful when i am far away from mirrors,
When my hair is frizzy and crazed,
When my make up is smeared from happy tears,
Or from the wear and tear of life,
And I catch him looking at me,
In that loving way he does as if i am the most beautiful thing he has ever beheld,
Captivating me,
He wraps an arm ( or both) around me,
Or holds my hand the way he did so long ago,
The only reflection I can see is the one through his eyes,
I am the only one he sees,
The only girl in the entire world,
Smiling and laughing
I know that i am beautiful.