Arkansas Writer: See The Picture On The Wall

See the picture on the wall.

It makes me smile as I recall,

when I used to kiss those alluring lips.

The way we would walk hand in hand

by the spring in golden sand,

and planed to live our lives in love.

She’d sing, “I love you. I really do-o.

Your eyes, they thrill me through and through.

I will be yours for all of time.

To need you this much must be a crime.

Now that picture on the wall

builds me up then comes the fall.

For you see it’s all that I have left.

I still hear the things she said.

I’ll obey her until I’m dead.

She said, “‘member all the times we had.”

She’d sing,“ I love you. I really do-o.

Your eyes, they thrill me through and through.

I will be yours for all of time.

To need you this much must be a crime.

Well that picture on the wall.

May it never ever fall.

I need to see her everyday.

I will love her to the end.

I shall always be her friend.

She can come back anytime to me.

And sing, “I love you, I really do-o.

Your eyes, they thrill me through and through.

I will be yours for all of time.

To need you this much must be a crime.

For me to need you this much, this long, must be a crime.

See the picture on the wall.

Arkansas Writer