unspoken feelings <poetry>

Lens of Love

In the canvas of my mind, a memory I find,
Of a time when laughter and joy entwined,
A moment shared with you, my heart's delight,
In the corridors of youth, bathed in golden light.

We danced in the realm of a media crew,
Where stories and images came to view,
Your passion for the lens, a spark so bright,
In a world of creativity, you took flight.

One day, amidst the bustling crowd,
You spotted me, your presence unbowed,
With mischief in your eyes, a playful jest,
You raised your camera to capture the best.

I blushed as you snapped the candid frame,
Unaware of the beauty you'd reclaim,
For in that moment, my soul took flight,
As you pronounced the photo "just right."

Though I believed myself to be plain,
You saw a beauty I couldn't explain,
Your laughter echoed in my heart's embrace,
As we shared this memory in time's embrace.

Oh, how I cherish that sweet memory,
The innocence and warmth of you and me,
In the tapestry of life, this moment stays,
A treasure woven in the passing days.

The photo, a relic of cherished glee,
Capturing the essence of you and me,
In the gallery of my heart, it finds its place,
A reminder of a love I can't erase.

As I reminisce, I can't help but smile,
Thinking of the ways you made life worthwhile,
With your teasing words and playful art,
You left an indelible mark on my heart.

So, here I am, with a heart that sways,
In the echo of that memorable phrase,
"You look nice here," you once proclaimed,
And in my soul, your love remains.