I look into the mir’r each time I wake.
I note a wink, a smile and head that tips.
Whoa, ho! My mirrored Self, for Heaven’s sake!
How awkward --at myself, my heart does flips!

Tis’ me you long to hold and out to make!
My image leans and beckons for a kiss.
How many hearts my mirrored self does break?
It beats lub-dud-dub-lub, a beat to miss.

Back off, Myself! This jest, it goes too far!
Me thinks, Myself, my heart thou should not toy!
I fancy girls --you should-- as me you are!
Remember, Me, you too are much a boy.

Good image, Mirrored Self, I have a plan.
Let’s catch a boat to Troy as quick we can!