She handed me a mirror
That she had gazed upon
The glass still held an image

The glass still held an image
But it was of a man


I turned from the reflection
To see who it might be
Is that poor vanity quite

How she pictures me?

She handed me a mirror

Rather than tell me, "No"
She let slip her handkerchief
Gentle laughter flowed

Just as her lips bestowed

The dashing word like, "Brother"

The crushing word like, "Friend"
If there was no beginning
How could this be the end?


She handed me mirror
So I could recognize

The distance from my heart to hers
The distance from my heart to hers
The pity in her eyes


She liked my pretty story
I thanked her for her song

And then I wrote a tale not very long to tell
You are much more than pretty
You are beautiful


She handed me mirror and I saw her instead
She handed me a mirror

She handed me a mirror
And that is all she did