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?
A rose for every year,
many smiles for every tear
Way more of the first than ever
Breathe in the fresh air,
Put your mind at ease.
Let down your hair,
Let
I see you in my thoughts and dreams.
When I awake, how real it seems.
You aren't
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
a
You entered the room and my heart skipped a beat
I knew in an instant we were destined to
Love sits on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
It tells me how you love me and the word
I remember the first time you talked to me,
I wasn't sure what to do.
No one ever
Feeling down, alone, and empty inside,
Decisions to make but can't decide.
Hurt f
I Can Do Anything For You My Love
Your lips so soft and red.
The thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. &n
Turmoil covers my eyes and my heart.
It never leaves me in day or dark.
Combat ch
