Sitting, looking at your photograph again
I'm reminded of how our life has been
By now itís strong regardless of the strain
Until we met merely a poor life scene.
Out of madness I have finally emerged
My previous life I can now throw away
Brighter because weíve now converged
Helping me wile away each empty day.
When youíre not here I can still view
Images created for a while to play.
It will not replace you, but it will do
Since I met you wanting you to stay
I donít need this to remind me of you
This picture keeps my memory true.