The Poetess and the Photographer
She’s an artist of word and rhyme
He’s an artist of capturing time
She weaves lines creating emotion
He stills a moment in motion
He brings her into focus
She likens him to a crocus
They dance in monorhyme
The lighting is perfectly prime
He caresses her with long exposure
Her pen bleeds of love and allure
He looks for that shot he desires
Now she and her muse are on fire
His shutter snaps quick progression
She alliterates in rapid succession
Sunrise paints the sky with colors
Inspiring these would-be lovers
He’s waited for such perfect light
She’s yearned for inspiration to write
How fitting they finally meet
On the cliffs once walked by Keats
Her image fills the frame of his picture
As sonnets she pens like scripture
They were destined to be together
The Poetess and the Photographer.
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