Sunday, October 18, 2009

A Picture

When the time passes slowly,
And I have a minute or two,
I get out your picture, 
Just a likeness of you.

That warm smiling face,
 And those beautiful eyes,
Are only a piece of paper
But a picture tells no lies.

When you seeing you, dear,
And talking to you on the phone
Is impossible and cannot be,
Your picture is there when I'm alone.

Yes, it's just a photograph
That captured your lovely face,
And recreated your smile -
For now, instead of an embrace!

April 18, 1968
Great Lakes, Illinois
Poem № 17

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