An Image I keep in my pocket

a memory of a love once true,

each time I open my wallet

is when I see that  picture of you.

The years have pass by so quickly

I remember when our love first grew

how happy we were in those days

all I have now is a picture of you.

In dreams your here beside me

we share our whole lives though,

but dreams don’t last forever

that’s why I keep a picture of you.

As the hands of time start showing

now grey where blond once grew,

the lines on your face will show ageing

but not  in my picture of you.