I looked in a mirror
and saw a face
weathered and worn
Tear stain scarred cheeks
A frown where a smile once lived,
head hung low,
eyes hollow and unseeing
Fading like the one creating
the reflection

Then I look again
and see you over my shoulder
and the image looking back
now appears young and vibrant
alive and happy

I am still me, just a man
nothing much
but you make me something...

In love