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?
The best kinds of people are warm and kind.
They are always there and they never mind.
It was a late night in September,
The beginning of autumn,
When the image of a st
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
My eyes meet his,
Our hands touch,
Then our lips,
We are no longer on ear
You bring the sunshine to my rain.
You give me love when I feel pain.
You're so special - more than you know and more than I show.
You're my soul mate, you're
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
The answer lies true in my heart,
So if I tell you, will you tear it apart?
Or wi
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
