He was a mountain,
pieced together with jagged edges,
forever frozen in one place as one of natures accidents.
She was the sunset,
pink and radiant,
full of life,
reborn from the heavens every morning,
when she moved no one said a word.
Often she would spill over his summit,
wiping herself around each peak.
Tourists came from every where to appreciate it,
they pulled out their cameras ready to capture her beauty.
To him it was never about her, but the both of them in that tiny black view box.
Together they made a stunning picture.
When the picture of them was show he was always the destination,
she was the accessory, the edging that just happened to be there.
Whether it was an infection of greed or true love, the mountain became obsessed with becoming a seven by ten kodak pinned on a wall.
In fact he loved it too much,
eventually the sunset went away and he was left cold and dark.
The Ocean won her over, a warm, unchanging calm who's personality seemed to engulf the world.
Tourists came, staring in awe at the ocean,
and the sunset just happened to be there.