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?
It's getting cold and I'm getting lonely
Wishing someone would sit down and hold me
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
Love me tomorrow, for it is a new day
Love me again like you did the first day
Lo
If you were my rose, then I'd be your sun,
painting your rainbows when the rains come.
I love your eyes and your soft sighs.
I love your inner beauty, too.
I love the w
When you needed me I was there for you
I let you cry on me
I let you talk to me
A friend is not just someone who hangs out with you.
A friend is someone who cares about
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
I don't get how you can't see
All the things you did to me.
If only you knew
