Not a lot is said about the woman in the mirror. There's a silence to her form, but her presence calls attention. Her gaze freezes you in place. Those smooth dark eyes are a sea that stretches far beyond oblivion.
Not a lot is said about the woman in the mirror. Her blood runs hot but there's a coolness to her skin. Equal parts soft and smooth, it glows softly, reflecting the sunset from a forgotten time.
Not a lot is said about the woman in the mirror. No one that saw her could speak till long after she was gone. Many have searched for her, this elusive mirror woman. She resides in a realm all can see but never touch. But they try anyway, for to see her is to fall in love.