Sleep falls gently from my eyes

And with a yawn, I glance at you

Already seated beside that dressing table

Once more wearing that false, sweet smile.

'How early this time, did you rise?'

To sit and pout before that mirror

Whilst night and stars still flee to day

Even bird songs have yet to hail the dawn.

For far too long, I've held my peace

So, I furrow my brow and frown at you.

You turn then pause and inquire of me,

“What is it, love? What is wrong?”

“Honestly,” I breathe my weary sigh,

“It is because of you.”

All these years I've watched this show;

As daily you sit, before that liar

While secretly, you hold those bitter tears back

When another fresh wrinkle you've found has stayed.

Then, you cup your breasts and push them up

All while that lying mirror sneers and mocks.

You pinch your sides. True, a little more fat.

Now you must try that new diet, to be loved?

A shake of my head;

A weary sigh expelled.

“So... You ask what is wrong?”

“Honestly, it is because of you.”

Why is it, that you refuse to hear and see

Those things that are crystal clear to me?

For, when I've said each night and day,

'You've never been as radiant as today.'

Truly I spoke; with no guile nor hope for gain

Because never has one been as special as you.

So pay no heed to the liar in that mirror

She, who beguiles you each new morn'

For with each fleeting year, you'll lose not beauty,

Nor my love, but forever crown it with glory above.

And if my luck should last some more;

Oh! How I plead that there's yet more to come.

Then as one, we'll grow old and grey

And on each passing day, I'll count myself

To be above, even the elect of this world

To have lived these envious days with thee.

But remember this, and pause not to fret

For, with each new dawn, my love still grows

And now my dear, truly I speak;

It is because of you. And always you!

That I can rise and smile each morn'.