With a lens in hand, he chased the day,
In cobbled streets where shadows play.
Old walls shrouded the ancient city,
There she stood, soft and pretty.
The amber dusk caressed her hair,
Whispered prayers brushing the air.
She moved slow, the world at peace,
His heart stopped—a magnetic kiss.
He captured the moment, frame by frame,
Pausing his work, forgetting his name.
He followed her steps to catch her sight,
Lost within the shadows of her might.
Her face glowed red, a hush of yellow,
In hues of orange, a river so shallow.
The setting sun painted a beautiful scene,
Sinking her down, never to be seen.