Do you see the mirror? Faithful, is it not?

It shows what you care to see, and, perhaps boldly, what you care not.

Harsh are your words, loud, as they tumble from your mouth

distorting the mirror's glass surface, rippling it to a quivering heart.

It meant no harm, that mirror, it is purity at its best.

Away with you now, the weather will turn, the mirror needs its rest.