A Perfect Impossible Face

Brush bristles edged fine in light, As I fought the battle inside, A fine clothe matty was on board, Most expensive colors lay all spread, Other brushes and pencils cluttered the floor, I had already a neat and pretty face on paper a galore, The human face that I drew was in all details, It was perfect not in bulk but in fine retail, Eyes spoke out almost and looked down aslant on a perfect chin, The mounded cheeks hid in their valley perfect lips spread in a terrific grin, Hairs fell naturally as if they had symmetry with a neat perky nose, Each wry line of wrinkle had a life story up close, Ears paired as if they were hearing the sound of draw, The pair neatly merged in the neck straw, All was there and yet not there, As I fought the battle inside, I picked up another brush besides, Dipped it in some color and put it on palette, Furiously I picked other brushes and mixed colors at a fast pace, However hard I tried all that I knew about mixing, Result was simply jinxing, I did not want to spoil that face outlined on paper, I needed natural hue for skin and hair, Skin on nose tip, on cheek peaks, on lips and on earlobes, for instance, Is all of different hues and I needed all hues for the paint to bounce, Even hairs of my model had a hue different in pate, sides and back, The day was lost color did not quite come about and I had to pack, Days converted in months and years rolled in, I simply came to paint back, And not getting it right had to pack, As I fought the battle inside, Which was growing fiercer each passing day besides, I needed a perfect face with perfect colors, One fine day I realized that if colors could be mixed perfect to get exact human colors, I would not only sell it all fast but be also be God, However I knew that I was only a human and not a God, And it was futile to play a hand played by God, Instead play a second fiddle, earn laurels and be a Lord, The day I got this in, Most colors were done and as well in, The painting sold well and made me a Lord, But I was still far from a perfect God.