Paint of Love
Look but don't touch,I can get some but not much,so far but so near,try listen but you won't hear,very rare with a hopeless stare,never mine to keep or share,so rich deep in colour,oh how I loved her,we were a pallet of life full of birds, flying free just you and me,with an artistic touch you held my hand,we were free that day on the strand.
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