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?
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaningful walk,
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
I Will Want To Grow Old With You
You can take me on a holiday
but I prefer to sit at home
you can buy me chocolate
Over time we've developed something extraordinary,
That will last forever because we're b
I Can Be Anything You Want And Need
I can be the silence
when the world around you
gets to be too loud.
Your eyes sparkle like a light being shined on two beautiful emeralds,
When I see you wal
Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
Seek forgiveness and lay your pain to rest.
When times are hard, you might stop for a bit,
But it's not over until the moment you qui
It's that look in your eye.
It's the smile on your face
That makes time slip by,<
You've got quite an easy style
with a tender heart to match,
and how you'd wear a
