I SLEPT WITH YOUR PICTURE

I SLEPT WITH YOUR PICTURE

Some may think I'm crazy
Well, maybe I am
But I slept with your picture
From our old album;
I held you in my arms
Close to my breast
And only the moonlight
Saw all the rest.

I awoke with your picture
Staring at me
And I cried to myself
For what cannot be;
For pictures don't speak
Nor hold me tight
And whisper sweet nothings
Long into the night.

I slept with your picture
And tho it felt sad
I loved every minute
And now I am glad;
For pictures don't lie
And your eyes said aloud
That you still love me
And that you are proud.

I go to your grave
And I sit all alone
Wishing you'd talk back
Or walk me back home;
Where I take out your picture
And hold you so tight
I'll sleep with your picture
Again, dear, tonight.