Sometimes you forget what's in a word or phrase…
or what it means to smile or let laughter bring out the light.
And sometimes you forget what's in a simple touch…
or what it means to listen or let passion rule the mind.
It's the simple pleasure of looking at a fuzzy photograph…
of remembering how it feels to be truly in the moment.
It's the joy of millions of colors and a few snaps of the shutter…
memories created by fate preserved by the power of love.