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With my head bowed low,
I told you to stop bugging me

but still you wouldn't listen.

I said,

"I've got to write this thought

down first before it flees away

from my nimble mind."

But you kept on poking the lens

closer to my face, the shutter

clicking endlessly, with you keeping

that stupid smile on your face;

forcing me to put my palm up

either in defeat or with the

intention to just swat you away.

But what you did next

felt like a sucker punch

to my heart,

when I felt the warmth of your fingers

slowly slide through the

spaces between mine

and grasping it tight

before I could think twice

about pulling away.

Suddenly you trained your lens

towards our clenched hands,

and as the shutter clicked,

and you with that stupid smile

still on your face, you said,

"Finally, I caught it.

Now that I have it,

I intend to keep it forever.

Any objections, love?"