Me or My Reflection?

She's so beautiful as she prances around.
The other so timid, barely uttering a sound.
But she's so quiet, she rarely comes out,
And the other keeps going, and dancing about.

Both love you with everything inside,
But one shows it clearly as the other just hides.
She wants to tell you what runs through her mind,
But searching for words, she loses the time.

So the other speaks up and says it first
The other feeling the pangs of second, worst.
Still you say that you love us the same,
But a heart has room for only one name.

I long to be whoever you would choose,
But being both, well, all three would lose.
So who is it you think the most of?
Between me and my reflection, whom do you love?