Photographs

She sees his face,
While she combs her hair,
Sitting in her delicate chair.

She cooks a meal,
To feed her mouth,
Before sitting by the window to stare out.

She reads new books,
But speaks His name,
Living each day the very same.

She sighed a Sigh today,
A sigh from deep within,
That showed she misses him.

She misses his gentle touch,
And the way he used to make her laugh.
She misses the love from those old photographs.

He was strong, so kind, so sweet,
And to listen to her, he was smart,
Because they stole each other's hearts.

She knocks on The front door,
On an Early Saturday.
And she smiles like every other day.

She misses his gentle touch,
And the way he used to make her laugh.
She misses the love from those old photographs.

You can feel their love
Still after all these years,
From the sadness in their tears.

They were strong, so kind, so sweet,
And to listen to her, he was smart,
Because he was the man who stole her very heart.

It shows still, though they're not together,
The way they used to laugh.
She misses the love from those old photographs.