I’m so glad you noticed my beauty, Peter but sing to me what you feel . . .

I’m so glad you noticed my beauty, Peter but sing to me what you feel . . .
AN HOUR SATURDAY MORNING AT THE LAKE IN TRADITION, PORT SAINT LUCIE
I am just red faced with embarassment. Can you ever forgive me?
Mirror, mirror on the pond, that’s sure the face of which I’m fond.