I stood behind the camera and watched as she flicked her hair. The way she flicked her hair reminded me of something - Life. She was vibrant, funny, brilliant, outspoken, well-mannered, God fearing and of course, beautiful.

Her name was Beauty. In every glance I made at her, I saw a glimpse of life, so beautiful and golden. The radiance of her cheer could brighten the day of the saddest man in the world.

The warmth of her affection could protect anyone from the harsh weather at night. You would feel safe in her embrace, forget every dark memory, and walk right into her light.

She was a ruthless lover: She loved, with all of herself; She loved with the most her heart could give. She had no room for hate. She was such a dangerous lover: Her love would kill every bit of hatred in you; You will end up the worst of haters all because you have been loved by Beauty.

Behind the camera, I got carried away by this paragon of virtuous Beauty. I was so high and lost in my day dream. I felt like I was on top of the world, and I didn't mind if I fell. It was a risk I had to take. Then she snapped at me!

She snapped with a voice so high that would break any wall of doubt. I didn't even mind that she snapped. Even her high pitch embraced my love struck heart so softly that I could not stop loving her. Her voice reflected her highness.

A beautiful soprano that sounded like the voices of many angels. A voice that brought peace like the waves drawing and pushing at shore. Her voice was beautiful.

What beautiful love, so pure, so true that I could not be free from? With each passing second, I longed the more to be a comrade of captivity. I longed to be held as prisoner in her gates of love.

I took every shot with my heart so bright that I could not lose focus. I resolved to surrender to remain a slave of the net of love that she had cast over me. I resolved to be her only slave.

Captivity never felt better. I could trade anything to remain her slave forever. She was the one; She was me; I was her - I pictured it all even behind the camera.

With every click, she changed her style. And with every style, the breeze surrounded us with an effect so real and blue. She was a real angel.

Her dark skin glowed and lit the room. The texture, so smooth and clean. Her palms, so soft and tender. She was a version of living perfection.

What more could I have wished for? What more could I have done? What more could I desire? All I wanted was to rest at the bosom of My Beauty.

Her smiles brought chills to my skin. Her fragrance gave colours brighter than the rainbow. She was all I wanted. I was all she needed.

Before the shoot, she rubbed my bald head. Every touch was like a ticket to heaven. So when she moved her hands, she took me there - Heavenly.

This celestial being wanted to leave her footprints in the sands of pure love and beauty. She wanted to express herself in colours the rainbow could never explain. She wanted to show-off.

What a show-off?! My lady had to. She had to let us see the beauty In her and I admired her courage. Beauty saw what no one saw. She lived with such innocence and purity of heart. She lived with a freedom no one could ever attain.

There was no better person to capture her innocence. No other person could have captured her purity. No one could capture the beauty of her heart. I was a loyal comrade at my queen's request.

As we spoke, we exchanged gazes. She looked deep in my eyes and I found jewels in her eyes. Her eyes, brown like mother earth, did nothing than to preach love. I saw the love in her eyes, and she could see the purity of my love.

Her eyes were so powerful that each moment spent in her gaze meant more time in heaven. She was all I ever wanted. We were the perfect lovers.

I had to take the shots. I had to capture her movements and her life. More than her still vitality, was her moving grace. I took videos.

Like a movie, she was a moving picture. Every frame was so seamless into perfect harmony. Then she sang. She sang with her soprano, and took me home.

Her singing remains proof of her celestial nature. Her songs could bring peace to a storm. Her pitch could wake the sleeping dead.

While I captured this moment, she begged me to join her. It was my pleasure to add notes to her melody. Together, we sang in harmony.

We hit chords in perfection - The perfect fourth, the perfect fifth. We made a beautiful song that took us to the gates of heaven. What a memory to recall.

With Beauty, I lost count of my journeys to heaven. It was all sweetness with her. She was so delicious, her absence made me hungry and tasteless. I never remained sane away from her.

We shared love so indescribable; We shared love indestructible; We were perfect. The moments before the shot was like a century on repeat. Then, we made magic.

It was so magical to see life flash in a moment. It was so magical to capture it all. Of course, the shoot had to end. We must finish our story.

As I covered the lens of my camera, she ran to me with arms stretched wide. Before my very eyes, all of it was in slo-mo. It was a movie.

I could not wait to be in her embrace. Like I said, in her embrace, it was so warm. I felt love in her bosom. It was another heavenly ticket. It was time to go home. Then she faded…

It's been twenty five years since she went home permanently. We had only spent moments touring, traveling and paying visit to our home together. Until then, she had to leave.

So smart was Beauty. She gave me a priceless gift even as she took her appointment as the leader of the choir of heaven. Our pictures and Videos were her gift.

I'm so old and she's all I see. She is all I think of. She is me, I am her, we are one. Times have gone, years have passed, I still recount all of her memories together.

I want you to know this: Once upon a time, an angel walked the face of the earth. She was the most perfect being. Her name was Beauty.