Photographic smile

The pictures black and white,
now starting to fade,
the memories stuck upon the mind,
tired and grayed.

Yet you still define,
every detail of the Polaroid,
you're still the apple of my eye,
the photographers dream.

So many years ago,
i remember your art so clear,
that we would sit and laugh,
the beach as our scene.

Now your blue eyes are gone,
fading with my photographs,
but ill always remember,
that photographic smile.