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?
Life may not let me select my lot,
But whether I'd be happy or not...
That is my
It feels good to be in your arms,
to feel the warmth of your touch.
I love to loo
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
Why did you have to go?
Why did you leave me in the dark all alone?
Why did you h
Of all the things I've ever said,
Of all the tears I've ever shed,
Of all the thi
As you travel on life's way
With its many ups and downs,
Remember it's quite true
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
Feels like a lifetime ago
that I loved like that.
Wanting more
and more a
Is It To Late Or Is There Still Time?
If he is ready to date
I have no chance
I would already be too late
For t
Speak The Language Of Your Heart
Each day we wake is such a gift;
No moment's guaranteed.
Tomorrow isn't promised,
