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?
May your blessings be many
and your troubles be few.
And may you feel God's prese
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
Some feelings are shallow, some feelings are deep.
Some make us smile, some make us weep.
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
Eyes glare of
the unexpected
staring far too long
the person that
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
