I gaze into the mirror's painted face,
Where hues of reality leave their trace.
For every stroke in it is finely placed,
An image woven with ethereal grace.
A playful glance from under lashes, low,
He captivates hearts, putting on a show.
All bow their heads, agreeing in a row.
This reflection's all my soul can show.
A heavy sigh. A bitter, twisted smile.
As if to taste despair and wait a while,
I tell the World, in a reluctant style:
"This is the face that I myself beguile."
I cry again: "This is the actor's art!
Yes, in this creature, I have played my part!
But in my core, no falsehood has a start—
Only the strength of a noble, fiery heart!"
Reflection
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