In the mirror’s silent gaze we meet,
A world within, discreet and neat.
Shadows dance, and whispers bind,
The secrets of the heart confined.

Fragile truths in glassy frame,
Echoes of our inner flame.
Eyes that search, and often find,
The hidden corners of our mind.

Each reflection, a story told,
Of dreams and fears, both young and old.
A silent partner through the years,
Holding fragments of our tears.

Yet in its depth, a hope we see,
A vision of what we could be.
For mirrors show, through light and dark,
The endless journey to leave our mark.