The frame of steel
Vines of bronze
Swirling, rippling glass

What was within the liquid quicksilver
Was the epitome of exquisiteness
Beauty in its rawest form

The pale white
Framed with ink black
Two sapphires sparkling back at her
Long strokes of black framing them

The ruby red kiss
Beneath rose pink cheeks
Within the looking glass
There was only beauty staring back