A Photo Shoot

She laughed at him and his camera when 
He asked to get a picture; 
But then, so far as he could tell, 
There was no photo stricture 

That manners, custom, or intent 
Could claim it disallowed: 
And so he focused, while 
She laughed out loud. 

She smiles, now, at the picture, that 
He took those years ago; 
Those were the early days, and now 
Just where did the time go? 

He saw something in her, that no one 
Else had ever seen; 
And just how new that was to her 
She could see on the screen 

For days lead on to days, we never 
Know what they will bring; 
And everything is something, although 
Nothing's 

Everything

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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