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?
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
A little bit angry through the years,
A whole lot lonely through my tears.
A wond
Look not back on yesterday
or what you have left behind.
For only today is yours
Every tone of life
Makes a note for you.
Every word of life
Makes a phras
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
I never knew love until I found you.
Always thought it was a myth until you showed me it
Look at the stars tonight
As we see the same light
And in that moment
It
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
I thought it was what I wanted.
You promised me it was.
You took me in your arms<
