In the mirror, I see a face,
A blend of dreams and fears,
A story written in lines and shades,
A journey through the years.

Eyes that hold the stars at night,
A heart that beats with fire,
A soul that dances in the light,
Filled with endless desire.

Each scar and smile, a chapter told,
The battles fought and won,
The whispers of a spirit bold,
Beneath the rising sun.

I am the whispers of the wind,
The echoes of the past,
A canvas painted on within,
A legacy meant to last.