Your Love to Me is like a Photograph

Moments held in awe...
Permitting a smile, admitting a tear
The past, gallows of heartache
Are swept through me and vanish
When you hold me the closest
Every time your gaze meets mine.

Your love to me is like a photograph
Memories captured in one eccentric second
Something to look back on time and time again,
Remembering, loving, sharing, each day
Love shining through its brightest parts,
While a heartfelt secret hides in its dark shades.

Your photographs, your heart
Oh how I could never explain their depths
Feelings contained within them, indescribable
As its perspective, as its living essence
Could disappear in a fleeting moment, never to be recreated.

Yet a hint of spirit lingers, with each step you take
Each twitch of your finger, each blink and beat
unrepeatable, imperceptible, yet true and sincere
I write as though I do not understand...
but without your knowing, i always will.

And with every photograph, every day you breeze through
Even when I ask why you sweetly say "because its you".