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?
How I wish to trust
In life, no questions asked,
Hanging on God's words,
When someone's having a bad day,
A smile could go a long way,
So make sure to put
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
When we were born with no possession.
The love received was our concession.
No wo
The things I've seen will scar me for life.
Growing up, I've seen wrong and very little o
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I'm so sorry I missed your birthday.
A special day, I know it's true.
But birthda
If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
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
A walk to remember
I wish to have with you.
By the seashore,
In the breez
