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?
Take Me To The Center Of Your Soul
Take Me to the center of your soul
show me where you hide
lead me
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their sile
That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
