Your pictures are in frames, memories on my wall.

 To have you here again, I would give them all.

A picture can not capture, the beauty of your skin.

Or the radiating glow I'd feel, whenever you would grin.

They can not talk or sing to me, the way you used to do.

I'll never the another, the way that I loved you.

So I look at you my soulmate, a picture in a frame.

I cry my tears of sarrow, cause I feel God's to blame.

He came and took the one, who made my life complete.

And all that's left are pictures, and an empty seat.

I also have a feeling down, deep within my heart.

It's the pain of loneliness, since we've been apart.

I try not to let the grief, just overcome my day.

I'll blow a kiss to heaven and send it when i pray.

I'll ask God to free me now, from a world so blue.

To take me up to paradise, so I can fly with you.

I'm waiting for the day you come, calling out my name.

Until then, I'll be staring at, your picture in a frame.