When I looked into the mirror I saw to my surprise
A beautiful young woman standing right before my eyes,
Her hair with streaks of gold cascading silken curls,
Skin so creamy and smooth as that of an ivory pearl,

Pouty bee-stung lips part where sweetened secrets do impose,
Hands so delicate and soft as the petals of a rose,
Eyes as deep as an ocean their color much the same,
A smile that shines with such a light t’would put the sun to shame,

Her love of life renews me; her delight becomes my own,
Being her, living in her world fills me with a joy I’ve never known,
But why does she never stay to what other mirror does she go,
These questions well up in my heart about this beauty I fear I’ll never know,

Every time I go out I glance in my mirror hoping I’ll see her there,
More often then not though all I meet with is my own wishful stare,
Yet other times I see her with her beauty and her grace,
An elegant prim princess in an ugly paupers place,

She’s everything I want and all I’ll never be,
It’s in her body and with her spirit that my soul is finally free,
As her, fear and doubt are replaced with hope and confidence,
A whole new world unfolds, a new sun and providence,

I’m flying with wings of faith and trust as from this wretched body I depart,
There are no more tears to cry or wounds to heal in a bleeding heart,
Moments of boundless bliss, whispers of happily ever after,
From the misery and frowns to joy and love and laughter,

From heaven and back to hell, tomorrow has become today,
Time has come to chance the fates and see if the angel has flown away,
I look into the mirror and see to no surprise,
The plain girl time has always known as me staring back into my eyes.

Jamie Lynne
7/24/00

This was written from the heart about your's truly.  For those "pretty days", you know, when you wake up and you just feel pretty for no good reason at all.