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?
No one truly knows or understands;
You have my heart in your hands.
My love is wh
It wrecks me, that last moment
that played out so wrong.
Our hopeless eyes locked
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
As I lay here in the dark by your side,
You bring me great love, and I feel great pride.<
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's ca
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
When into sorrow, my poor soul sinks
When a sound of despair in my heart rings
I'
My love for you is uncontrollable.
My feelings for you are unstoppable.
Can't go
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
