No Force, No Damage

Playing the waiting game for ten years Coloured the painter’s pale brown eyes Amidst radiant rays of no demise This is my artwork, not Shakespeare’s. Character casts sundry other spells, Voice flourished with real red roses, Perfume’s what the queen composes. This is her music, not Adele’s. Heart picturing a delicate dawn, Eyes painting colours so tender, Melody’s the memory’s splendour. Soul singing words of Elton John Therefore, here’s the painter’s message. A brief statement so short and simple Not shameful, nor stale, nor sinful Her care speaks no force, nor damage!!!