The Photograph

Twirling a strand of curly blond hair
Breathing in the cool fresh air
Those eyes light up in such a way
That wild horses couldn't drag me away

The bright green eyes that stare at me
With such a great wild fantasy
Making my knees go wobbly and weak
Leaving me alone and lonely to freak

I have been looking too long
And I can't seem to look away
Your eyes give a view of beyond
Now my mind seems to sway

The lovely lips curling into a smile
Too innocent and beautiful to be true
I forget the whole world for awhile
To look at the sky suddenly so blue

I look at the girl looking back at me
And I wonder if it really was me
The photograph had come alive-
The stranger child that has once been me