Her Picture

                


                        Looking at your pictures, I smile to myself

                   Thinking to myself, "if she could only feel what I felt" 

                           A love so pure, untouched, untainted 

                If she only knew how many dreams, or how long I've waited

                         Looking at her picture, the world disappears

                          No one else exists, it's only her that I hear

                        Only her that I vision, touch my chest and see

                    That when I look at her picture, my heart beats rapidly

                       Then I reach out for her, this picture breaks apart

                          My hands now in water, and it breaks my heart

                     Now every night I can't wait to wake up, to fill my sink

                Just to see her picture, so to myself I may remember and think