An Image

Every time you cross my mind,

I get an image.

This image means something to me

Its something I would never want to lose.

Every time I hear about you,

I get another image.

This image is how I see you.

It makes me smile.

Every time I see you,

This other image appears.

But I like what I see in front of me.

To see your smile is wonderful.

Every time I think of you,

Especially when we talk

It only helps the images seem more real.

I love when it stays with me.