What She Adored

here I stand before a polished mirror,
   although, i wouldn’t really know;
      i’m steady staring at the floor.
to avoid the stark glare of error,
   don’t even look up, out of this throe;
      i won’t see anything worth caring for.
until i heard a sweet voice, a glimmer,
   casting around me her assuring glow;
      so i looked up to see what she adored.