The Portrait
The brush dances across the canvas
I must create an image in a true goddess-like status
A stunning portrait of the one I love
Above her will be a flock of doves
Finishing the face those beautiful brown eyes seem to stare back
That vision enlightens me to keep me on track
The vibrant colors reflect back on me in the noonday sun
Her image seems to come to life second to none
In my final strokes I am sure I see a twinkle in her eyes
Overcome with joy I start to cry
The painting will hang on my bedroom wall it has found its place
I will wake up every morning with a smile on my face
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