I have a picture

of a memory. It is not

mine, and yet I know

it well

Flower petals

Two rings

Many people

and

a look in two people's

eyes that could burn

a hole through the

world.

There is another. A

picture of an ending.

But still a beginning.

There is hope in the

eyes. Burning passion.

A love as sharp as can

be.

I have a picture of love.

It exists within the

siblings hearts at the

start of something

new.

I have a picture. And a

memory.