Once upon a time, I made a
silhouette,
Placed it in a picture frame,
So I would not forget,
Many years it stayed there,
Behind glass, with tender
care.
Then one day, I looked,
The picture frame was bare.
Like a fairy tale, come true,
My eyes were full of you.
copyright heather burns
I'm glad I stopped by and read your poems. You express your thoughts well.
Smile.. it is the cheapest facelift.