This picture captures a moment that will forever hold my heart.
A place in time I will not soon forget.
The memories are as many as the wrinkles in my hands,
each one holds their own meaning, their own affect
She never knew the everlasting impact of her tears,
her tears are captured within this photo encased in my blood.
Death cannot bring closure upon this rotting emptiness
She will forever be held in my eyes, forever causing my downfall
But with a heavy sigh I accept this sentence.
For this is love my never ending love for her.
If holding onto her picture causes my death,
then come quickly death
How could I let it go?
For she is encased in all of me.
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