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
Thank you
For loving me true,
For being no one but you,
For holding my ha
I still love you.
we were friends with him
when he introduced me to you.
Not a day goes by
that I don't wish you knew how much I love you.
Not a day goes
Life is a long-distance journey
With ups and downs,
Twist and turns,
With
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
We have something that holds us together,
Something that made us both better,
Som
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
What is love?
Love is a dangerous thing,
But once you find the one,
It al
