They say a picture tells a thousand stories,
Either happy, loving, sad or even worried,
The reflections always show true perfections,
You might never get the chance to choose,
Loving-hate nor bitter-sweet selections,
What you see is what you get,
Might be imperfect-perfections,
Either you simply digest or choose to neglect.

They say a picture tells a thousand stories,
Whether for you, me, him or her, matters not,
We all see differently through our own eyes,
Might be a sketch, photo, or snapshot of sorts,
Might even leave a scar that’s fine.

They say a picture tells a thousand stories,
Even though you’re the captain of your own ship,
The control lies in your hands, your worship,
Either you’re green-, brown-, hazel- or blue-eyed
A picture never lied.