Looking at a picture

Looking at a picture
that was once colorful,
now turns to grey.
The faces that used
to smile, turned away.
The arms that held one-another
fell at each others side.
My memories that held
this photo togther dies.
The feeling of this picture
was a joy but now
tears fill My eyes.
Always,
Everything that has a begining has an end.
These moments we spend.
The secrets that are in
me are deep.
The secrets
is what they strive to keep.
Now as they sleep.
I keep this photo and burn it into my head and my Heart
The memories in these
photo are now dead.
The names of her
now decay...but I want to always remember...
My Lord!!! Will you bless me with this boon??
Unike the momories in her minds blew away....
And she made me the forgotten Past.
My Lord!!!
You made me to forget all the
good and bad things...
But I want to posses this memory
as the most prized possession...
My Lord!!! Will you bless me with this boon??
please bless me...