There’s a picture in a silver frame
On the mantelpiece within my heart;
Time and circumstance have never dimmed
The flame of memory burning there.

Whenever I gaze within the frame,
Your smile illuminates my soul,
Just like the day we first discovered love
That flowed between our eyes.

The years have traveled quickly,
And my sight becomes less clear,
But my vision of you remains as sharp
As when we met and merged our hearts.

I’ll always cherish the picture
In the frame upon its special place;
It bears a very precious gift:
My memories of you.

© 2005 by Robert E. Blackwell