A Picture of Love

Sometimes, all that remains is a photograph.

A Picture of Love

 

A glance across the void; a heartbeat trips,

a longing from within her essence yearns.

From Cupid’s bow on rose stained satin lips,

unfaltering, a tender smile returns.

  

No words in fury or raised voices plied;

the certainty of eyes forever kind; 

no restiveness when tears of sorrow cried,

as unvoiced ear drinks tales of troubled mind.

  

 A strong yet silent presence reassures;

unquestioning, uncritical and staid,

and through the lapsing years as life matures,

unchanging as past mem’ries are replayed.

 

In frames of time-suspended happiness,

lie photographs of love … no more … no less.

 

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