Camera

They say a man photographs what he fears to lose, Yet they don’t realize it’s her pretty face that my camera pursues. Each time she smiles, my heart begins to race, my hands instinctively capture her light, preserving her grace. When the golden rays touch her face, she sparkles like a star, In that perfect moment, she’s the most beautiful by far. No words can express this admiration that I keep, In those fleeting seconds, my heart skips a beat.