The Mirror

I know inside the mirror there stays,
A illusion that affects me in many ways,
Stand by it for a moment on two,
Unleash subdued power and placid grace.

The mirror I see is a msytical device,
When you see yourself with your own eyes,
The gift is great , and if not for it,
"Who indeed am I?" would be a painful secret in life.

But behind the mirror is a girl I can't see,
Yet through the glass, she always lives with me,
She turns the clockwork behind the mirror,
And designs how she like's me to be.

She knows what do I do , and what I can,
Alters the mirror, with her invisible hand,
When last day I saw the mirror I couldn't believe,
How her work made me a better man.

for my sister, my antidote