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
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
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
You used me.
I thought you were the key,
But the truth is that you used me,
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still,
I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
That will last forever because we're b
We have been friends for not so long
We've learned to trust and shared a song
We
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
