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?
Relationships are like lemons,
sour but sometimes sweet,
a kiss is like a cherry,
To Taste The Sweet Perfection Of Your Embrace
I have been lucky enough to feel your touch
You are my love and to me you mean so much
To me, you are an angel in disguise,
Full of intuition, intelligent and wise,
Alw
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
My love for you is unconditional and enduring.
To you, I promise to always be reassuring.
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
Live as the sun shines in the sky.
Live as high as the birds can fly.
Live as the
Remember when we first did meet,
our hearts rejoiced and skipped a beat.
Remember
I've envied the people around me
So invested in living each day,
While I spent my
Times have been tough, and things have gone wrong,
But the deep love we share has been th
