A Woman of Substance
A woman of substance
I`m sceptical of the Dutch
One of them stole my beloved
He was a painter
Made her beautiful on canvas
And she fell in love
I wrote a poem on a torn
Piece of paper-
And I’m not a Lutheran-
Nailed it on her door
The usual stuff of the aching heart
The painter got arthritis
In his hands
Could not hold a paint brush
She sent him to nursing home
And now she smiles at me
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen | Year Posted 2017
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