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
Moving 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 flame
Candles light the empty frame
A photograph can never be
The song you are to me