She Handed Me a Mirror

She handed me a mirror

That she had gazed upon

The glass still held an image

The glass still held an imageBut it was of a man

I turned from the reflection

To see who it might be

Is that poor vanity

Quite how she pictures me?She handed me a mirror

Rather than tell me no

She had slip her handkerchief

Gentle laughter flowedJust as her lips bestowed

The dashing word like 'Brother'

The crushing word like 'Friend'

If there was no beginning

How could this be the end?She handed me a mirror

So I could recognize

The distance from my heart to hers

The distance from my heart to hersThe pity in her eyes

She liked my pretty story

I thanked her for her song

And then I wrote a tale

Not very long to tellYou are much more than pretty

You are beautifulShe handed me a mirror

But I saw her instead

She handed me a mirror

She handed me a mirror

And that is all she did