Frozen Frame

I asked her,
To give it to me-
A final gift,
That would live,
As long as I live.

She turned to me,
Her eyes wet,
Droplets of pain,
Swelling in-
Yet failing,
To befall.

Click!

The scene froze,
Into a timeless memory.
A frame,
That withstands the touch-
Of time,
Of life,
Of love.

A portrait,
Lit by the oil of my life,
Nurtured by my breath,
Thwarted by the mere memory,
Of hers.

Yet, her photograph,
Never does remain lifeless.
But, a frozen frame,
I remain-

Framed.