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?
Hold onto your dream while mindful of time.
Optimism required, let your light shine.
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
The touch of your hand,
The smell of your hair,
The naughtiness in your smile,
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
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
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
All these days and nights without you here,
It's a little bit more than I can bear.
