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?
I'll be with you as long as you want me to,
Until the end of time.
The day I met
Words simply can't describe
My feelings for you,
For my feelings are so many,
It's strange the things you remember
And the things you seem to forget.
It's a ja
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
My love for you is unconditional and enduring.
To you, I promise to always be reassuring.
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
In our one short year together,
A love's grown deep within my heart
For such a ce
My Friend, You Know How Precious You Are To Me
Did I tell you I love you?
Did I tell you I care?
Did I tell you I'm happy
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