Behind the glass, encased in wood a picture.
Two people smiling sitting close
but their spirits closer.
Mingling, hoping for the destiny
whispered by an insightive stranger.
Her eyes stare into the camera
eyes that seek him when smiling,
seek him when sad and weak.
Her eyes tell stories...
how comfortable his presence is,
to her, like falling
into a bed of feathers.
Falling into his arms, the warmth.
Her mind guards memories of nights,
by a crackling fire
beside each other.
Guarded, protectedas treasure from a pirate's ship,
mounded in heaps,
these moments she'll never forget.
His easy way of grabbing her hand,
his kind words after departure.
Behind her smile
she holds love,
cherishes a friendship
for the boy beside her,
encased in wood.
