Thursday, June 2, 2011

My dear.

I will hold your picture frame
Even when you're gone
Though my heart won't be the same
We have reached our dawn

Your face will look and gleam at me
And I might shed a tear
For through your face my eyes did see
And look past all my fear

I'll hang you on my wall, my dear
So all the people know
That once love made my mind think clear
Through your face and glow

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