The timing, objectively,

Could have been better,

But I couldn’t deny her,

In that dark green sweater

Fondness so deep,

My love grew and grew,

Like a fresh lily flower,

After watching you bloom,

Which is why I whispered,

The truth in the booth,

I cannot contain it no more,

The hiding was moot,

Your face, jaw dropped, and camera snapped

Is the best sight I’ll never give back

Because that photo booth has the moment

The truth, our love, is exceptionally potent.