Each soul has freeze-frames and frame-by-frame replay.

Shutter, click, advance . . .
capture a moment,
develop the film.
Celuloid mem'ries
in sepia tones . . .
neither black or white.
What photographer
left antique footnotes
in unique fashion?

Shutter, click, advance . . .
capture the moment,
freeze-frame the passion.
Frame-by-frame hang it
to dry in the dark--
tears for'er to fall
and smiles that ne'er fade.
Love's never-ending;
and few folks shoot death.

Shutter, click, advance . . .
the moment's captured . . .
infinity.