Through the looking glass...

You are so beautiful...


So beautiful. Why did I not notice this before? How oblivious have I been to a reality as old as my existence. 


Face, bathing in a surreal glow. Eyes, so deep, so intriguing; with a twinkle borrowed from stars on a darkest night. Lips, carved into a perfect shape.

A silhouette stood before a looking glass, and smiled an entrancingly ethereal smile...