Her Painting of Him
Using brushstrokes of her imagination,
She painted him beautifully..
Sometimes in a variety of hues,
Sometimes in colors that didnt exist..
Omitting the scars,
Smudging his arrogance,
She colored him to perfection,
Adding a dash of his desires..
In the thirsty, white canvas,
She trapped him into permanence..
Atleast,here he belonged to her,
Hung in a frame of unfinished love..
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