She took a picture of me,
Not the version I wish I could be,
But the one who stands here, bare and true,
The one she sees when she looks through.
The lens didn't judge, didn't flinch,
It captured the soul in a single inch.
A moment of softness, a whisper of grace,
A glimpse of the man who finds his place.
In that still shot, I saw my future,
The secret love in the night.
There was beauty there, raw and real,
A feeling I hadn't known I could feel.
Her eyes saw me, not the scars I hide,
But the love, the truth I hold inside.
The photo wasn't perfect, it wasn't rehearsed,
But in it, I saw myselfâuniverse.
She took a picture of me,
Not for the world, but for us to see,
A reminder that I'm worth the fight,
Captured in love, in the softest light