In the glass, stories unfold,
A silent reflection of tales untold.
Whispers of beauty, a fleeting chase,
In every line, a dream to embrace.

Eyes that search for the perfect hue,
Lips that carve the standards anew.
Yet beneath the surface, shadows play,
Chasing illusions that lead astray.

A dance with time, in endless grace,
Seeking worth in each fleeting trace.
But beauty blooms beyond the skin,
In hearts that glow, true light within.

Rise above the whispered lies,
Let self-love be what truly ties.
For beauty lives where kindness reigns,
In every heart, unchained remains.