A Twist of Lime In Mine Please

Wondering if I could just find compose, that one last as special poetic Pearl wherein it's final stroke I could lay this brush aside, step back.... Peer into her canvas these colours, their images ? Although such thoughts Seem somewhat ironic given the fact that verse has never held my heart Nor my dreams still I vaguely remember his hues splashed in cast about this Cloth while time slipped by with love and loves; Jaded, bowing unto bitter gray.