An old picture I hold in my hand. <br />It’s me and you and our love…frozen in time. <br />A silent witness, after many years, of a great love that no longer exists. <br /> <br />I ask myself, where is all this great love now? <br />Where are you now? <br /> <br />Don't ask me if was the truth when I told that I loved you. <br />Yes, I am sure that I loved you. <br />But if you saw me now, you would see another person. <br />It's no longer the man who told you that. <br />It was me many years ago. <br />Now that man doesn't exist anymore. <br />That man changed, as everything changes in this world. <br /> <br />The universe is a big recycling machine; nothing remains the same forever. <br />How many “frozen in time” moments in my life... <br />I see my face in the mirror and my face in the pictures. <br />Oh yes, it must be many moments; <br />every one different from the other. <br />Every picture with a story to tell, <br />a story to remind oneself of something for a moment; <br />something big or small, good or bad, important or not. <br /> <br />This picture speaks for an immense love written in my heart. <br /> <br />A great love…frozen in time.<br /><br />Constantinos Grigoriadis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-love-frozen-in-time/
