Monochromatic Love
From silver-white to heavenly-black,
Trace her edges, her skin.
Stroke the boundaries of the heaven she contains within.
And if in every of your mark and lines within those proportion she'd flinch,
Free her soul from the oblivion or see if the inky darkness has no stars.
Draw the outline of her eyes,
Carefully erase each misshapen sadness,
Tone of contradiction or complexities; trust that she wants nothing from the empty hues of nostalgia.
Illustrate to capture the smile on her lips,
Shade all petty colors in white and black then let all distractions fall away.
Raw and bold allow her to see serenity on those crisp graphite truth.
In a messy piece of paper, soothe and fill her with your sweet passionate soul.
Silver-white to heavenly-black, what is it to be real?
Far greater and more loveable than one could ever imagine.
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