hold the photo 'poetry'

In our photo

There is happiness there is grief

There are also jokes

You and me are together

In our photo

There is an elegant smile

There is a love melody

The love that both of us wake up

In our photo

There are promises we make

There is a heart that is woven tightly

Together for the inherent taste

In our photo

There is you who I know

There is a love that became the beginning
Myself, you and the sense that is now eternal

At the end of the longing I mumbled

I miss my hand grip

Rindu's End