Image Fades

The picture's edge's begun to fray, the colors fade away to grey A tear appears, a wrinkle follows, the cheeks begin to sink and hollow The visage seems to glow no longer, a sense of dread grows ever stronger That once the portrait's begun to pale that all's desires the next to fail That pride once felt will leave the heart though beauty's but one small, small part Don't fear time's wear upon that face true love lives in a higher place