Narcissist

While sitting in a bistro chair
And staring at a window's glare,
You shift your head and flick your hair
At roving eyes that gawk and stare.
You deign to glance beyond your book
To smile at those who pass and look.
But there is one for whom you care,
The girl whose eyes you also share.
With only her, you spare your view,
A mirrored stamp of one like you.