The Mirror

The person in the mirror stares back,
A reflection of life's joys and cracks.
Their eyes, a window to the soul,
Reflect the depth of every goal.

Their smile, a curve of warmth and light,
Can light up rooms, or fade into night.
Their skin, a map of laughter and tears,
Etched with lines of joy and passing fears.

They search for answers in their gaze,
For clues to navigate life's maze.
They find solace in familiar eyes,
A sense of self, where love resides.

The person in the mirror's not perfect,
But they're real, with flaws and defects.
They're a work of art, in progress still,
A masterpiece of trials and will.

They whisper truths, and secrets too,
A silent confidant, through and through.