Narcissist

While sitting in a bistro chair
  And staring out a window's glare,
You shift your head and flick your hair
  To 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.