The Child You Were

Sometimes old photos reveal
the beauty of concealed treasures
for wistful lovers’ bitter pleasures.

I’ve seen the child you were,
your smile is still the same!
How is it that yesterday seems so real?

Tell me, how could we
make Time go slower?
Why should it all end in tears?

But neither Life nor Years
are really to blame,
true Love is a never-fading flame.

© Frédéric Georges Martin