I love the times when you catch me photographing you.
We go on long walks, adventurous hikes in the woods.
I pull out the Galaxy 6 and start snapping pics.
The next thing I know the camera finds you in a pose.
All of a sudden I see you stop and eat a fig,
With immense satisfaction and that perfect girl face.
That’s the moment I know I must swing the lens toward you.
To capture that sweet and delicate second in space.
I love you let me take snapshots without objection.
You flirt with me when I’m so obviously busted.
I love your repertoire of outrageously silly expressions.
We can be ourselves and unafraid to be trusted.
I love when everything seems perfectly natural.
I love that everything about love is radical.