Wednesday, October 16, 2013

That evening, when you stood for me,

That evening,
When you stood
For me,
Smiling,
Beside the door,
The dying sun on you
Dressing you
Red,
I found love as my poem,
How danced in your eyes,

And at that moment,
I became
A shutterbug,
At that moment,
I became
A poem.

(Note: the photo attached is of my better half, taken by me, )

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