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?
The joke was very funny
She laughed a lot of tears
When suddenly her eye fell out
I know there's something great in me,
Something I struggle to find.
The days and
To love another with all of your heart
Can be seen as a work of art.
You know the thing... right?
The thing that makes you feel good
The thing that ma
You have a gentle heart and a caring soul.
You use affectionate words to extol.
Y
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
You are mine till the end.
I love you because you're my friend.
You were so kind
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
No stupid love song can describe how I feel
Sometimes the words other people say
My Love I'll Go Anywhere With You
Let's run away.
I don't care where.
It doesn't matter,
As long as you're
