You're A Photo Manipulator

You know, you make everything seem paler.

My lenses can only a capture a blur of a background and the only focus was you.
Your face has the power only the sun could have own;
your smile brightens everything,
your frown darkens everything.

At times, on lingering silences, you make everything seem like a nostalgic monochrome.
And when it seem everything was rushing by, the colours saturate as I try to pick up on every senses.

The memories I remember were as grainy as an old photograph
or as detailed as a high performing camera.

But your power is stronger than a photo.
Because my eyes only flashes when it has you in it.