Round droplets
Of salty tears
Fall onto a dog-eared picture.
Wiping it dry,
I hold it close,
Then look into your eyes
I know that it is you that I love,
You say that you love me too
But sometimes I
Find it hard
To believe that that is true
I don't want chocolates,
Flowers,
Or diamonds,
All I want is your love
Is this too much to ask, oh angels up above?
I replace the picture on my wall,
Right next to my pillow
I see it last ting before I sleep,
And first thing when I wake,
A small reminder of our love,
Or of,
The break,
Deep in my heart.