Poetic Interlude

Wrote this yesterday. It's not very good. But I'm working with it. Comments welcome but be nice.

Perspective (III)
For Brian, my better third.

I'm borrowing your eyes
(windows as they are)
to see myself as you see me.
My current visage
is a bore, and what's more:
devoid of originality.
The mirror shows me nothing new.
But you--
You see me fresh daily
and I could believe in invention:
a renaissance of me through you.