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?
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
You came into my life so quick
A beautiful friendship happened in a wink
My feeli
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
You may see me struggle,
but you won't see me fall.
Regardless if I'm weak or not
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
