In the depths of my heart, a photograph resides,
A portal to memories that forever abides.
Within its frame, a moment eternally frozen,
A symphony of emotions, a story unchosen.

A sepia-toned world, a nostalgic embrace,
Whispering tales of laughter, love, and grace.
Each click of the shutter, a captured delight,
A collage of memories, painted in black and white.

Through the lens of time, fragments come alive,
Faces and places, like honeybees in a hive.
A cherished smile, a sunset's golden hue,
A fleeting glimpse of a love that once grew.

In faded edges and worn-out creases,
Lies a chapter of life, where the soul releases.
The photograph tells of journeys we've taken,
Of friendships forged and dreams awakened.

Oh, how it evokes a bittersweet thrill,
As we trace the contours, feeling time stand still.
For memories, like photographs, gently unfold,
In stories untold, in whispers of old.

So let us hold dear these treasures in our sight,
For memories, like photographs, paint life so bright.
With each glance, a tale of joy or sorrow,
Preserving our yesterdays, promising tomorrow.
© Bittercrazy18