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 you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, A
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
Some areas long as hoses
You buy at a garden store.
Mine can be used to smell ros
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
When You Love Someone, It's Forever
When you love someone, you will do anything for them.
If the sound of your voice keeps th
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
