Oso Closo
Photograph
Well there's a memoryWhen you first came to meThe image soft and kindWill never leave my mindTake a picture ofEverything you loveAll the joy you haveIn a photographAnd on the day you'd goneI waited far too longBut I was so young thenAnd now I wait againAnd if we never touch againBrush my lips across your bodyYou'll be alive in my memoryThat is always mine
From Letras Mania