Love Poem: Keepsake

Keepsake

A portrait of a future young bride
Stand with absolute pride
On my bedside table,
That I was really able
To cherish it for so long;
And I felt sad as I hear her song
Time and time again;
I don’t understand, beyond my ken
Why do I have to keep it, still?
I am not a keeper of a seal, 
Nor I had been? For loyalty was betrayed;
Around the edges, thought is getting frayed
Whether, I’ll let the keepsake to remain
Adoring me, as I sleep in pain!