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?
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
When you proceed,
Some will say it can't be done
And that there is no need
<I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
I waited, and you didn't come.
I called, and you didn't answer.
I knocked, but yo
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
