Frozen

I have a photo album of us in my heart.

Everything that’s happened is a picture of us.

The day you asked me out,

And I couldn’t answer because I was so nervous;

You wouldn’t let me leave without giving you an answer.

The first time we fought,

And I was so mad at you; I tried to leave;

You stopped me from leaving and we talked it out.

The first time you held my hand,

And I felt the tingles in my heart.

You held me close as we watched the stars.

These memories, the pictures in my heart,

They are frozen times of us; they are the best of us;

Our hearts are frozen as one.

The night of the formal,

And you and I danced every dance in each others arms;

You held me close and told me I looked like an angel in the night.

The night we slept together,

And we did nothing but lie there and hold each other;

You kissed my forehead and pulled me close as I fell asleep on your chest.

The first time you told me you loved me,

And I was so happy I cried;

You held me tight and didn’t laugh; just told me it was okay to cry.

These memories, the pictures in my heart,

They are frozen times of us; they are the best of us;

Our hearts are frozen as one.

Remember all these memories that we share?

The ones that keep us in each others arms.

Our hearts still beat as one.

—Amy Toll