Erised
There is a mirror my friend, in which I have seen myself reflected as perfect. "What magic is this?" You may say. I can tell you not, only that I have seen this wondrous thing before my very eyes.
In this marvelous mirror I have seen myself made whole again, the most handsome of men. Also here I have seen all of my wildest desires and dreams fulfilled. The mirror of fantasies reflects to me that life I have always yearned for.
You doubt me my friend, you scoff and laugh at me. Again you ask of me, "Where is such a mirror that a creature like myself may see himself as perfect within it?"
Ahh, but I have seen this mirror, despite your petty disbelief, and I will see it again. The method its magic is unknown to me, a magic I certainly do not posses myself. No my friend, I am sure I have not had too much to drink, nor have I imbibed too much opium. I can tell you where this mirror is, though you look at me as though what is left of my mind has its leave.
This great and magnificent mirror in which I am a real man and am loved, is none other than the sparkling cerulean depths of the eyes of my loving wife, Christine.