No Picture Is Perfect

Year after year
I paint this picture
Of you and me

And our smiles would get wider
Our hearts would get bigger
As each year would pass

We held hands in the sun
As we walked to nowheres
We laughed at nothing
Because it was funny
I wore my dress
And you wore a tie
But that didn't matter
Because you were with me
And I was with you
In love

As the paint would dry I would toss the picture on the floor
And start all over
No picture, no matter how perfect
Compares to how happy we were
When it was you and me
And me and you
These are only pictures
From my imagination