She wakes each morning in the spring of youth
Reminded by her loved ones that beauty beholds her
As a rose in full bloom, so she is compared
That she is the completion of divine ability
She glows like the new day
Her soul mirrored by her reflection

The years go by like a faint memory
The lies now become truth

She imprisons herself in the dungeon of redifinement

She wakes each morning in the autumn of maturity
Reminded by the mirror of her incompleteness
She is crushed by the weight of her own comparison
She succumbs to her deliverer by the hands of a physician
The broken now repaired. The veracity of the alluring now forsaken
As she defines her beauty by the emaciated model
Whatever is seen she swallows immediately
The exquisite can be acquired from a jar

She wakes each morning in the winter of age
Seeing her beauty as it was intended to be
Time has now wasted what she had purchased
Understanding her slavery, she curses her own lies
Her own reflection is her warden, true glory has eluded her
That beauty should reside in the hollowness of soul
Awakened by the truth that it dwells not outside her, but in the radiance of her being.
Shine bright my love, let your light eradicate the darkness of imperfection