I liked an article, but I abandoned it and borrowed part of the framework to reorganize a story like this.
The dusk sunlight shines in through the stained glass of the church,
I see those colors, following the light, becoming beams of light,
In the first row of the church, sitting next to each other, two young men were sitting.
The handsome-faced boy read softly passages from the Gospel of John.
The other person listened carefully and quietly.
Under the dusk sunlight, there seemed to be feathers on angel wings,
Fall slowly. . .
Then,
Let me tell you a story,
about love,
About him and him.