This morn I looked myself in the glass green,

And saw a new person I’d never seen.

A goddess she was glowing like Selûne,

A woman I saw, staring at me today.

I know not how she came to take my place,

To steal my shape and modify my face.

A gentle smile had come to her soft lips,

Conveying her secret in tender whisps.

With breasts and hips, and knowing, slyly look,

A repertoire of wisdom, bound to book,

And in her flounce and manner there was power,

A sashayed step with not the slightest cower.

Behold my wonder at this twist of fate,

To have nobody hated to berate.

To have nobody watch me as I cry,

As I found that the woman there was I.