A Stupid Affair

Master Painter was a lover whom kissed his canvas portraits After his work of arts he thought them finely gorgeous Long lengths in time with his prime he grew to be obsessed Of their lips, cheeks, brows, eyes and their nippled breasts 'Why can't they be all like them?' he queried as he gazed touching up, cleaning up those that were not fazed The wife had tried her best though ran from sheer neglect the studio was full of girls raised up when he had swept- Emotions and devotions, and he thought he was set free meanwhile his once loved soulmate chose sologamy.