The Photograph

It's been a wonderful day,
I spent it all with you,
Laying and rolling around in bed
the way those in love do.

With one swift motion
I raise the camera
and you turn away with a smile.
But the flash has gone off,
and you tried to be mad
but I know you don't-
regret whats transpired.

Twenty years later,
Looking through pictures,
I come across that smile.
and sitting here-
on this rainy day,
I remembered-
all of my guile.

So I head downstairs
with the picture in hand.
And I show you-
what I had done
And across your face
that same smile stretched
and I realized my treachery had won.