SWEDISH CINEMA, A Response
When I remember the scenes of our life together,
I imagine them happening on the silver screen.
You stand up close against me,
A white shirt, a subtle smile,
And look to me warmly and say
Words the heroine whispers to the hero.
I hear violins when you kiss me.
Were it possible, these,
The flickering moments to capture,
I would replay this celluloid forever.