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?
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
Always looking for ways to improve myself,
But I struggle to take that first step.<
When I am born, you are here
In your eye, I see a tear
Time flies and already I'm
No matter what happens in my life,
Sorrow or joy, rain or shine,
Whatever befalls
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
