Mirror reflection,

Black lights on it,

In this dim bedroom,

Pale-bluish hues…

Thin girlish posture,

Staring eyes

Projected on the glassy surface

In crystal clarity…

Her beauty,

Not single smudge, no filthy spots

Her final glance, caused by confusion,

She saw perfection…Finally.

And yet ‘the flawless’ sounds zeal,

The main idea, special word,

Still searching endlessly for drawbacks

In the appearance of her own eyes,

Nothing is perfect, yet she’s aching for it…