fleeting

her allure lies not with her looks or her clothes, but with how the briefest flash of her smile can leave you blinded for hours.

the questions:
how do you trap electricity in a bottle?
how do you catch a smile so that no one else can see it, so that it belongs to no one else but you?

i don't think you're attractive when i see you in photographs. but it's a different story when you're in motion. the beauty that can't be captured -- i think you're the rarest kind of all.