Do you hear them talk?
Our eyes meet, poignant pictures speaking;
Photographs holding the smiles,
The two people are smiling.
And i smile, reluctantly,
So the memories smile at me back.
And i begin wondering,
Whether you look at yourself smile,
When you look at yourself laugh,
You would remember these lines i write,
Or maybe some things of the past.
Or maybe this photograph,
Maybe look into my eyes,
Maybe these pictures would speak,
And tell you of this time.
Remind you of the two people,
When love made them happy,
And you would be wondering,
Because these memories would remind,
Your heart, your mind
Of you and I.