In the black and the white,
how much elegance there is in you,
such elegance as of the stars at night,
and the colours of you they are so powerful,
that they do give such incredible delight,
and in your eyes,
they carry my imagination and my mind,
and I,
I want you to be alive,
I want you to be real,
for your eyes they are so powerfully defined,
that my emotions are swept up,
in the contrast between both day and night,
and you fill me with desire,
a desire to be in your shadow,
and a desire to be in your light,
and as I look at your photograph,
what a wonderful world,
in vision is described through my eyes,
and you are a goddess to me,
and in black and white you come alive,
and your eyes are so beautiful,
and delicate and gentle that you entice me,
and I see how you could have been,
you with a smile so wide and glorious,
that If I could step into your world,
and find out what might have been,
I would but the vision of you, it is but a dream,
a dream of a memory, but it feels so current to me,
and it feels like a look of love,
a look of love in your eyes that could have been,
and in the photograph that I hold in my hand,
and despite the decades that may have passed,
I wish you could dance with me,
I wish you could dance with me the way you used to dance,
the way you used to dance in the ballroom by the sea,
and in the black and white,
of the photograph that I hold in my hand,
when I look into your eyes,
how I wish I could have been,
a part of your memories,
a part of your memories.