Photographs

Photographs of long ago
The colors fade
the wrinkles show
I loved you then
I love you still
I guess I always will
Aging hearts
and shaking knees
Aching parts
still bend with ease
I loved you young
and age improves
the song I feel for you
You grow more beautiful
each passing day
(the lines that time withstood)
You grow more beautiful
I hate to say
"Well, I told you so"...
but I knew you would
Close the light
Still the flames
Candles light
the empty frames
A photograph
can never be
the song you are to me