In the Age of 18th

Now it feels good to look at mirror,

Anxious to curves of mine,

Eager about to skin glowing;

To make myself affectionate,

And to be fairer still trying.

Now it feels good to look at mirror,

Thinks about to my admire,

The wield one with the little long hair;

The one who charms like noble prince,

Skilled rider and pierced Ear.

Now it feels good to look at mirror,

Should be furious on me in first sight,

Turn, lovely smile on face in second sight;

By seeing me reddish in reverential fear,

Should slowly come to me and hug tight.

Now it feels good to look at mirror,

Oh my God! I forgot all about it,

I need to make home all tidy and fit;

Must I do very fast and should concentrate,

It’s still unfinished, should clean it.

Now it feels good to look at mirror,

Its only fault of my age, it’s younger;

I lost in my imaginary future life,

It going to be start, very earlier.