I have a fascination with my mirror

No

She has a fascination with me

Sensing my presence and seeking after me

In my mirror I see the reflection of another woman

Her dark eyes flicker like colorful leaves released to the wind

Looking back at me with a knowing stare

Capturing her in a paint box of colors

I admire her from afar and within

Making her eyes my own

I dance before my mirror

But I look from the other side