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?
You are my love, my life, and my queen.
You possess all the love, care, and hope that I w
It's getting late, I must go
I had a beer where did it go
I had to pee. I know it
I believe that love is loyalty.
It will always have your back.
It will bravely st
I'll be there for you no matter what.
I'll hold your hand when you're crying from that ba
Don't look for the flaws as you go through life;
And even when you find them,
Life's brevity, so bittersweet,
depends upon just one heartbeat.
Brief as dusk an
I want to love again,
but my heart will not obey.
I want to be happy,
but
When The World Turned Upside Down
The day when the world
turned upside down:
when a frown became a smile
an
Until I met you my heart stood still
Like the moon and the sun
Their love is true
That's not my age; it's just not true.
My heart is young; the time just flew.
