In the Mirror

 The gold laurel sat perfectly 

on her golden hair

and she tugged on the red velvet blanket

as her lips pulled into a smirk.

She knew her reflection

did not compare to 

the perfection the mortals would see

if they were lucky enough

to catch a glimpse at 

the face of love.

A sigh fell from her parted lips

as she looked at her reflection

with disdain heavy in her heart. 

Her beauty could not rival that

of Venus' perfection

of the goddess' golden hair

or her fair complexion that held

no blemish in sight

and had every mortal man

falling at her feet.