I am a picture and you are the frame,
Even when the picture is at fault, you take the blame.
Your radiant presence keeps the pic alive,
Otherwise life seems no more than a strive.
Having you around means life is other way round,
Like I am a song and you are the sound.
You give a soul to my beauty,
People say now it is your duty.
I love the way you hold me safe,
All the time you have been so naive.
This picture is worthless without possessing you outside,
I am the heart and you act like a body beside.
When a frame falls, picture becomes dead,
For the day it leaves, is the day of picture’s end.
The way this frame captured me long enough,
I felt the warmth of its love’s puff.
The only thing It wants from you is to never get apart,
So that the soul remain present in the dead picture’s heart.