I cast the light,
I saw the shadows play,
I see her, the lady I love sat on the chair in a pensive mood,
I see the look of ponderance upon her face,
I see the look of distance in her eyes and a look of soliloquy,
a look of fortitude.
And now, smile, smile,
take it all in because she dreams,
she dreams of you,
someone elsewhere,
somewhere on the other side of the world,
and there she is in her mind,
thousands of miles away in another lifetime,
with flowers in the vase beside her,
all yellow and aglow,
and she has a bunch of flowers in her hands of many colours,
and she has her hair in ringlets,
and a lonely teardrop upon her cheek,
and more threatening to burst upon her delicate soul.
Gently,
fix the aperture,
gently,
button down on the camera.
Click,
click,
click,
memories frozen in time.
The life of a photographer,
a smile from me to her,
and she smiles at me and breaks out of the temporary mood,
and then gets up and kisses me.
The love of my life,
my inspiration,
my muse.
She kisses me, and she holds me close,
and the scent of her is so beautiful,
and I am lost in her,
and all thoughts of work they just go,
and she kisses me again,
she kisses me again and off to the restaurant happily we go.