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?
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I messed up today, not something I wanted to do.
I ruined a relationship by going off on
I thought you were so cool.
Boy, I was wrong.
I feel like su
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
Last night at dinner we had some fish,
and though I tried, I did not finish.
My m
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
