Some Old Photographs.
The girl in blue opened the brass box laden with rubies
What is it that they held that made the girl cry?
Was it her mother's necklace or the pink lace of '98?
No, it was sealed love
The love brought by her lover's dove.
Brown paper messily covered the shiny object
As if it weren't suppose to be hidden.
Trembling hands carelessly removed the paper of shame
Was love something to be belittled?
No, it was the fire that burns her heart
It's the warmth that gives her soul life.
Dancing and prancing like the northern lights
She smiled at the box In front of her
Some old photographs rekindle the fire that once gave her life.
