Springing to life to from smooth, flat photograph,
me that was shines, smiles a broad smile
that sought to bridge any troubled waters
stirring in my soul back then.

Reflected in bright, happy eyes – sparkling emeralds
that do not seem to be my own, I am met again
by that unexpected love that washed
over me, changed me wholly.

This photo: indisputable proof that I was in love,
evidence of its degree. My eyes tear; picture
blurs. I see white dots dancing the polka
on black dress you said you loved.

Where did she go, me that was then? Carried away,
did she give herself to some unfamiliar wind? No,
she, like me, belongs to you and to the only
perfect love I’ve ever known.

I wish you could see her, see me, see how we are
who we were meant to be with you in my life –  
your broad smile a bridge, dark dancing
eyes so beautiful to me.