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my somewhat strange interpretation of love |
| Mirror mirror on the wall 1-5-03 Love is like a mirror-- You look into it time and time again Hoping you'll see something new-- That everything will be perfect-- But instead you see the same image You have always seen-- Maybe the picture is a little different, But it is still full of flaws-- A new one appears--an old one finally fades. Some days the picture is better--sometimes worse. Over the years, it changes--you grow older and wiser-- You learn to cover up your flaws-- To pretend that they are not there for a little while. But even the most skillful of artists Must remove their makeup sometime. The moment of truth comes for us all. And it is then--in life and in love, You must look in to the mirror--and choose Whether or not to embrace what you see. |