Although such magic lasts for a short time, I can still charm you,

Just look, and you will see, the perfect reflection of thee,

And, if you please, I do honestly swear, that I am all these things anyway,

But, when I get lost in all the faces, the looks, the words, and phrases,

Maybe, there’s little left for me, perhaps not even,

But, if it is all me, yet not at all, if only a stage to which I crawl,

Then, my friend, don’t fear me, if you see me looking like another,

Give me a look and a word, and speak to me my friend,

And I will turn to greet you, and met you in the dark,

Perhaps again, you’ll find my face.