There was a time when all you see was me… camera phone in hand, you’d capture me.
Vulnerable, as you clicked. Stripped down naked, curled up in bed or with a drink.
Never in my life had I been photographed the way you did to me… All my life, that will always be the art of me.
Black and white, cause you always said I had a classic beauty. Even to this day, you admit that I am one and only…
Though no longer yours, your heart always held me close.
Though no longer mine, your photographs of me would stand the test of time.