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?
I have a feeling deep in my heart.
It feels like the fire of a flame.
It feels of
This passionate morning
I wake up with
Your feminine body
With your seduc
Overwhelming and revealing
this amazing feeling,
this ache I crave, this desire,<
To hold you close to having you near
To have my breath against your ear
Whisperin
From the first lingering glance
Shared by a pair of prying hearts
To the last diz
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
Are the words you'd hear Will Shakespeare say.<
If you take me,
Take me for who I am.
If you love me,
Accept me with all
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
My love for you is like the raging sea,
So powerful and deep it will forever be.
