When you look out there, what do you see?
Behind the lens, where you most want to be.
I sneaked a peek, but I just couldn't see,
The world at large like you painted it to be.
You are indeed a Picasso, but of a different kind.
One who was born at the dawn of a new time.
Your paintbrush is a camera, a tripod, and a flash.
You made the world out there, your own blank canvas.
You can produce a masterpiece in less than a minute.
The colors so vivid, it's almost like magic.
You can turn a simple smile into something unique,
And create a modern-day Mona Lisa with just one click.
Your gift is an art that is difficult to master,
For one would need a heart as gentle as a feather,
To understand emotions like you are reading letters,
And capture life's moments before they're gone forever.
The way you depict the world in all its glory,
Inspired me to translate your art into poetry.
After all these years, you're still a puzzle to me.
Oh, man behind the lens, what do you really see? 💝
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