"Art is never finished, only abandoned" - attributed to Leonardo Da Vinci.
Paint on a brush never dries, for it's compulsion never dies. A painting is never done, in an artist's eyes. it's only left a-hanging, until others arise, that sway away attention, to what's there besides. Love like art, is never a game won, nor a goal. It takes many touch ups to stop it growing cold. For inattention is what's forsaken in love's lost soul. When love's art is abandoned, it gathers dust and mold, and never gets refreshed, with wet paint brushes, on hold.
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