It was just a random picture
captured by the eye of a camera,
some poor rendition
of time and space in transition
and all the while within the eye
gleamed a memory of you and I.
Was it summer, was it spring
the world moving too fast to cling
to the moment and its pleasures,
those reminiscent, effervescent treasures
gone too quickly, forgotten in time,
yet here it is, the picture when you were mine.
But for the memory, the time has passed
who would have thought that it could last,
so many years bound upon the ride
when dreams and promises we'd confide
to possibilities of failure and success
which of one gave their very best?
Was it you, was it me
never questioning what was but could be,
accepting the days and years that go
twisting, turning, rolling with the flow,
no sadness, no regrets, no tears,
waiting on the best of the years
Too often, experiences and goals are paid
in the quickened pace of life's parade
but there it is - a picture clearly taken
when you and I were together unshaken,
take me back in time once more
picture this, your heart in mine forevermore.
Let the camera do its work again
two lovers becoming friends
with eternity together well spent.
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