Few Years In in The eye of every storm

I scooped you up
New camera lenses in the eye of
a new photographer

the exposure is real:
you see me and I see you
there is no filter

yet at that moment
we were beautiful
slaves to the cusps of love

and it scooped us up
normality and dissonnace
recollections of past selves

yet; here we are
beautiful and shining
and trust me, our flaws are great

Though you are the mantle
I strive to drown my tears upon.