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?
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
