I look at all the pictures in a glimmering frame,
Reminiscing the moments now gone, a joyful flame.
Kept as memories in the heart, forever treasured,
Never to be recreated again, how I wish they could be measured.
It\'s not the person you lose, but a part of your soul,
Only they sought, making you feel whole.
Their laughter and love engraved deep within,
Etching a mark, a bond that time can\'t thin.
Each photograph a window to the past,
A reminder of moments that flew by so fast.
Through smiles and tears, they bring solace and pain,
A bittersweet dance within my heart’s terrain.
My fingers trace the contours of each face,
Etching their essence, love cannot erase.
The laughter, the adventures, shared in a glance,
A treasure trove of memories, our eternal dance.
Gone are those days of unabridged bliss,
Yet their essence continues, like a lingering kiss.
Though they may be gone, their spirit lives on,
In every beat, every rhythm, from nightfall to dawn.
So I hold onto these pictures, they\'re my salvation,
A testament of love and jubilation.
For even though they\'ve left this earthly plane,
In my heart, their love will forever remain.
Each photograph tells a story untold,
A mosaic of memories, more precious than gold.
In reminiscing, I find solace, my heart touched,
For in those moments, their love was never clutched.
So as time marches on, and lives rearrange,
Their memories forever in my heart will range.
I look at all the pictures, their warmth never fades,
Embracing the past, while new memories are made.