Flirting with Me

  There she sits with her back to me
  'Bout to break out of her reverie
  So caught up in all that she feels
  She forgets I' m around, around for real.

  Look how she prattles, guffaws in glee
  And soon she 'll give in to melancholy
  She 'll fret and mourn invariably
  But no she won' t, won' t turn to me.

  She takes delight in life' s panorama
  She' s not one to mellow the drama
  Lost in her world of make - believe
  Yet I' m the first, the first she' ll leave.

  She latches on to all that appeals
  Announces her likes in joyful peals
  When it' s no longer there for the taking
  It' s me who mends, mends the aching.

  And there she stands now facing me
  Without me, she knows, she' s all but free
  Still she' ll go on with this fiddle-dee-dee
  Coz the woman in the mirror mirrors me.