Two hearts caught in golden hour light,

Laughter spilling softer than the sky.

The world fades, blurred at the edges —

but you two stay sharp in my eye.

Fingers intertwined like they’ve never known doubt,

a shy glance, a whisper — I freeze it in time.

Every frame hums with something real,

the kind of love that doesn’t need to rhyme.

You don’t see the way the sun bends for you,

or how your smiles chase the clouds away.

But I do — through glass and focus —

a silent witness to your sweetest day.

Later, when the world feels heavier,

and love’s grown older, changed its hue,

I hope you look back and still remember

how it felt when forever was new.