The Old Photo Poem by King Crow

I saw the young couple in an old photograph
He was saying something, she in mid laugh
He's making a gesture her hand's on his thigh
You see that she loves him, that he is her guy

A love story unfolds, a small moment in time
A captured emotion stirred memories of mine
Of the times in my life, and there are just a few
You're in love with somebody and they are with you

So, when I started this poem it was about how love dies
But, as I wrote these words I suddenly realized
The young couple is gone but their love still survives
When you look at the photo it then lives in your mind