For The Great Love of I

Stare, my precious, into the looking glass
Search, my dear, and tell me what you see
Strip yourself naked
And feel the wind behind you
Stare, self, and tell me what you see

Fragile as a pebble in the wind
Tears are streaming down
Let me be who I am
See me for what I am worth

I can please no one but myself
At least I think I do
Stare into my looking glass
Is it I you really see?

Covered, maybe, with a veil
With a blow you try to go through
I am sorry my dear...
But for the great love of I
See clearly before you do.