Not A Boy But A Man

Of course, he could!!
As he sees the boy in the mirrored glass...
Metamorphosing into a man...
It was enough to see him laugh, laugh like a man...
He could contain himself not, at the picture that he made, 
Glancing into his mirrored glass,
He saw not a boy but a man...
And in the darkness of the night a woman silently yet again, looking 
Metamorphosing before his eyes in the darkness of the night,
Into the light once again...
A woman she became...
Looking into his eyes seeing his face turn, whispering to himself...
A tear spilling from his eyes, as the night came!!
Watching her with lovelorn eyes...
He could trace her face, not in the mirror of his eyes...
The pain the loneliness within...
Covered in her mask he could disguise not...
See the moonlight, in light of her eyes,
That otherwise the woman she'd become...
Before the night came...
Recognising you...
Uttering words of love, yet again...
The boy that glanced into his mirrored glass,
Only to become a man...

Connie James...