We chanced to take the course, and met in photo class
Quickly cognizant of our potential force, we began in photo class.

Soon the laughter beat the silence, and our hugs grew elastic,
Our voices went hoarse, every forty minutes in photo class.

The cluttered darkroom echoed against our knowing eyes,
With blinks we spoke Morse, side by side in photo class.

The crimson bulbs inspired new love outside our negatives,
With no rules to enforce, it was him and her, and me in photo class.

Now black and white are outdated, in film and in love,
Yet the couple once endorsed still gnaws, and I wait, in photo class.