Our Masterpiece
My hand thus move swiftly
On the canvas
Like a speed of light.
Paints...splattered on my shirt
From mere color pallet
My brush sweeping softly.
How would you paint me?
... She asked
A silhouette of dark and light
As we hold each other tight
Draw you close and make you mine
With a brush so light and fine.
I'll sketch your lips in shaded tone
Your love to match my own.
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