Gazing at you I forget,
The problems my life possessed.
Because nothing is to stay,
You’re not the same as yesterday.
Each day you appear afresh,
Each page filled with wonder to attest.
Faithfully I change the collage,
That holds your images from afar.
I wish I could pick up a portrait,
And turn it into the babe I embrace.
The next best thing stays on my screen,
‘Till the next time we meet again, face-to-face.
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