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 you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
I'm sitting here trying to get over you.
Let's get one thing straight; I'm only 19 and tr
She tells him she loves him when she doesn't care,
all along she plays this game unfairly
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
Say yes, and we could surf the highest waves,
Your hand in mine, never losing faith.
You're the beauty in the sunrise,
The soft warmth shining in the trees.
Joyful li
F- Friends are precious gifts
R- Rare and hard to find
I- Invisible when life is
I thought that I was chasing dreams
While I was walking down those fast streams.
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
