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 am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
In the darkness, in the silence,
Only faint memories of joy are heard.
Overrun by
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
You entered the room and my heart skipped a beat
I knew in an instant we were destined to
From the day I met you,
I never knew our love would be so pure and true.
Every ti
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon t
