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!!!
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