I Only Have a Photograph
I only have a photograph
to gaze at in the night
but with it comes sweet memories
of when you held me tight.
I only have this ring I wear,
a gold piece on my finger,
but when I twirl it round and round,
thoughts of you still linger.
When I close my eyes
I see your face,
I feel your touch,
your warm embrace,
I feel your lips
upon my own,
for you were my king
and my heart
was your thrown.
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