From the glare of polished glass my own reflection is seen,
Reversed but still me just small and insignificant,
I pose to please the one behind the lens,
Awkwardly I smile, still upright I stand,
From one angle to another she shifts from side to side,
Focussed to find the perfect me which often shyly I do hide,
I want to speak her name softly so the words will gently flow,
Beauty hidden behind the lens trying to catch my certain glow,
Patiently I wait till I hear the shutter click,
The sound of image captured as memory stores the pic,
Does she even notice the sparkle as I look lovingly with my eyes,
Can she read my thoughts racing within an active young mans mind,
A smile, her smile, almost says she can,
I blush a bit from the thought, then she captures the shy young man.
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-08-31 22:52:57
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