There is a mirror in my house, it's on my bathroom wall.
Although I've met some other ones, it's the friendliest of all.
It doesn't matter when I look, it can happen any time.
A beautiful reflection it will show, and then I'll see it's mine.
So how does it make me look so good, at any time of day?
And why can't all the guys at school, see me in my mirrors way?
If they could only see that girl, who greets me with a smile, then maybe I'd have a date or two- hasn't happened in a while.
But do I want to date a guy, who'll judge by what he sees?
Or do I want to date a guy who will love and appreciate me?
He'll love me for my intelligence, my humor and my taste.
He'll love me for my selflessness, which I haven't put to waste.
He'll love me for the things I do, and how I get them done.
He'll love me with each breath I take, and with each ray of the sun.
So then when will he find me, and in my mirror see?
When will he come to fill the void, that aches inside of me?
Will he show up on my front door, when I'm about to give up hope?
Or will he come when I'm at peace within, with the strength inside to help me cope?
Because I'm not just what's on the outside, I am me down to my core.
And as I learn to love myself, there will be a guy who loves me more.
-Melinda Allen
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