Photograph

Well there’s a memory
When you first came to me
The image soft and kind
Will never leave my mind
Take a picture of
Everything you love
All the joy you have
In a photograph
And on the day you’d gone
I waited far too long
But I was so young then
And now I wait again
And if we never touch again
Brush my lips across your body
You’ll be alive in my memory
That is always mine