Photographs

Photographs of long ago

The colors fade, the wrinkles show

I loved you then, I love you still

I guess I always will

Aging hearts and shaking knees

Aching parts still bend with ease

I loved you young and age improves

The love I feel for you

You grow more beautiful

Each passing day

The lines that time withstood

You grow more beautiful

I hate to say, well, I told you so

But I knew you would

Close the light, still the flames

Candles light the empty frames

A photograph can never be

The song you are to me

The song you are to me