Time stands still when I look at you And each fragment Of your face is captured in black and white Photographs Implanted in my mind forever So that when I take a walk through The aisles of my memory You are beautifully preserved Beautifully sculpted Just you, only you Seperate from all other memories Sacred to my heart and to my soul And a smile paints a picture across My face When you are the one I walk by In the aisles of my memories.
Reason for writing:
This poem is about a person I care for very, very much but I will never be able to tell him. It's a long story...
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