There are people we love, and there are their pictures we don't care about much, but which become as important as them when they're far away, or gone...but they're so selfless, give back the same love everytime we see them. Read and comment... I have these pictures of my love, beaming at me with pleasant eyes. Hair fluttering, dancing in the wind, a radiance of beauty they surmise. They don't seem to mind that times have now changed. Their real self doesn't love my anymore; they keep smiling incessantly, unrestrained. They don't mind the times I forgot to see them, kept away. Still calming me selflessly, innocently, through the night and day. Deep inside my memory, these images now stand perfected. But I didn't know till I lost her, that they were somehow neglected. And someday if she does come back, these images I shall forever keep. To show her how wet they've become, just looking at her eyes shall I weep. Tears of joy shalln't dampen me, the love between them and her behalved. Me and her shall together be, together we'll cherish this photograph.