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?
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
My love for you is unconditional and enduring.
To you, I promise to always be reassuring.
Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With
How did this happen I continue to ask?
As I get online waiting for time to pass
Y
Our goodbyes meant nothing at all,
because if he's not there, he'll come when I cal
Let me live within the moment.
Let me feel all that I can.
Let me cherish life fo
The sunshine appears to be brighter.
My heart feels a bit lighter.
From the day I met you,
I never knew our love would be so pure and true.
Every ti
Somewhere I Have Never Travelled, Gladly Beyond
somewhere I have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their sile
Friends indeed,
Together we will succeed.
Our dreams will come true,
Fore
