My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
A Lover's Poem
I never knew love until I found you.
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
I Am Worthy
I am worthy. There is nothing
Love Sits On My Shoulder
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
Daydreaming
The first time we ever met
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
True Love & True Friendship
You're the one I most admire
Greed.....
When we were born with no possession.
This Is Giving Up
So I guess I could lie and say I tried,
Best Kinds
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
