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?
Her nature is the best.
Her smile has life.
Her eyes are full of love.
Sh
Since all my steps are audience of my past,
a past damasked by relevant joys, pain, growt
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
You're my soul mate, you're
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
That will last forever because we're b
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
To feel that sense of comfort
That you felt in times gone by.
To hug someone with
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
Fueling your faith
In what you've got within...
In your God-given gift,
I
