I possess a snapshot of you
in the camera of my mind,
you would've allowed me that courtesy
for it's the best print you could find!

You were standing alone in my garden,
and we both were on the same page,
the only negativity
were the flowers' jealous rage.

Other times, I sneak a look at you
and I can see inside your heart,
where I feel your dissappointments
and the rain begins to start.

But, the two of us, just laugh aloud
and we run down to the sea,
where each of us dives in, and swims
'til the currents set us, free;

and, after midnight in my heart
I find the courage I need, to say
"Let me wrap a throw around you,
and we'll find some place to lay."

For, time, and again I've held you near me
and wondered if you've known,
that how I hold you near me
is not exactly shown.

So, I begin to show you
too pale, in the nights' moonlight;
I pause, to take another snapshot
but, the exposure isn't right;

and, to both of our own wonderments
we each marvel, at the grace...
..the camera gave up, so willingly
when I was allowed to "click", your face.