I gaze into the mirror's stare,
A reflection of perfection, beyond compare.
My eyes, like sapphires, shine so bright,
My lips, a rosebud's promise, sweet delight.
I'm lost in self-admiration's thrall,
A love affair with my own face, after all.
I crave the touch of my own skin,
My whispers, a lover's gentle kin.
But oh, the loneliness that comes with this fame,
A love that's solely mine, no one to claim.
No tender words, no gentle caress,
Just echoes of my own self-love's mess.
In this glass prison, I'm trapped and confined,
A prisoner of my own vanity's design.
Yet, I'll gaze, entranced, in this endless loop,
Forever in love with my own mystique's swoop.