Salty tears flood her soul,
As Narcissus sits by the pool.
A beautiful, royal visage
Mirrors the emptiness in him.
She can fill the recess with
Warmth and Passion.
Let her trace your silhouette,
Stain those lips with love,
And bathe in the color of your eyes.

Foolish thoughts by a foolish girl
Now scorned by the Vanity of Truth.