I wooed your heart with poetry I’d written just for you, and sang you as a symphony, which stirred my very soul,
Never once suspecting what I thought would make you love me was not a means for doing so of which I had control.

I was just naïve enough to think I could ****** you with clever words of metered rhyme, and, for a while, I felt
My strategy was working well, never once suspecting that one I loved could actually deal the blow my heart was dealt.

Now you call to tell me you’ve discovered your mistake, and - certain that by telling me you’re sorry - I’ll give in,
Never once suspecting that, despite your many charms, your chance is gone forever at a love that - could have been.

Dear Photographer,

I’m begging to please,
Photo shoot me...

I want a happy portrait;
The one my lips were commonly clasped together,
And my eyes were looking somewhere.

Adorn me with warm colors to shows it’s a joyful moment.

Focus your lens, in the angle of my heart, and
never mind what they could not see but yours can do.

Please use the rule of thirds grid
In highlighting the spaces of my frames
That would make a better composition,
If not your creativity will seek it ground.

If only you can add light into it,
Please do, it’s a favor to hide
What dark does in each life..

P.S
Retouch and finalize me
for public viewing,
so it wore a mouth,
for brilliant minds.