The Photo
This is the photo where everything has started.
A mack,mock to a fall, full love affair
I did not think that I should find him here.
When I searched; But there I found my photo posted by him
As in this photo, I never dreamed of when someone fall
Was in his face, and they called him fair.
I am sure he met me with an autumn air,
And yes there I was committed,---
But I am just so true to what I feel
And just as human as I was ever.
And with you that ache so easy to ease.
And with you that feed me with your descent,
What comes next, after I heard?
You and you are my photo of time,
Tiering the same desolation of pain
And putting smile on a sad face of mine
Yet lacking of something I called time.
Be sure this photo was real,
And you never see this as *****
Indeed, this brought me destiny,
When you becomes mine.
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