The Picture

Everything was perfect
until that day.
Those hateful words,
don't know what made you say.

The picture, the words,
You painted of me.
You say you love me,
Then how could it be?

What once was so loving,
now filled with strife.
How can just a few words
cut as deep as a knife?

I love you so much that,
This I'm willing to remit.
As for forgetting, not sure
but will try to do it.

I look back to the days
of our first glance,
Which reminds me enough,
to give our love another chance.

The love that we shared
Once so deep.
Please, don't hurt me again,
if it's me you want to keep.