Image Fades
The picture's edge's begun to fray,
the colors fade away to grey
A tear appears, a wrinkle follows,
the cheeks begin to sink and hollow
The visage seems to glow no longer,
a sense of dread grows ever stronger
That once the portrait's begun to pale
that all's desires the next to fail
That pride once felt will leave the heart
though beauty's but one small, small part
Don't fear time's wear upon that face
true love lives in a higher place
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