Young Lovers in Central Park, NY

Young love, first love
Filled with true devotion

—  Perry Como song

After Andrew died

leaving nearly everything to me,

I didn’t give his photos to his children —

that’s an item for my own will —

I wanted to live with them still.

These which hang on my walls

he took before I knew him,

and blew them up and framed them.

We were old lovers 

(and no worse for that)

meeting late in our lives,

but our hearts were young

and we saw each other’s beauty.

The photos were 20 years ours

and he told me their stories:

how he composed or fluked them.

Young Andrew wanted to be

a professional photographer,

arranged his own apprenticeship —

but his father said, ‘No,
'there’s no money in photography.

'You will work in a shop.'
Junior salesman Andrew soon left,

became film editor and journalist.

And that was a happy working life.

But he took good photos

without any training.

I like this one for its tenderness

and the light coming through the trees.

Words vs pictures is the latest prompt in 'Poems in April' at' imaginary garden with real toads' We are asked to choose a work of art, write about why we chose it, and include a quote that 'reflects a sentiment of the art'. (I found it hard to photograph the photo, and this doesn't really do it justice.)