I can still clearly recall
The night you gave to me
This picture I just found
Hidden away in a box.
What pride I took in its colors,
Putting it out for all to see
So I could show everyone I knew
What beauty your eyes did hold.
I'll always remember
How it felt to hold you,
Lying quietly in the dark,
Whispering soft words of life.
But just as quickly
As all of this began,
You stopped coming to see me
And soon forgot about our dreams.
Now, my magic, wondrous picture
Was all but a memory
Of yesterday's tomorrows
That were never meant to be.
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