I stretch out a plain white canvas
filbert, flat, fan, pointed bristles queue
prepared to paint my unseen beau
outline with bluish loyal trust
pinkish lovely care is a must
a touch of bright orange joyous lope
brownish comfort secure hope
golden wealth wise line
sprinkle silvery sensitive shine
magenta spirit, greenish growth and reason
add every stroke with my purple vision
detail with passionate red, turquoise clarity
careful to avoid black and gray disparity
Folded arms, I stare at my make
no colour seems though to slake
The missing Something
I take out my roller brush
re coat the canvas pure white
astounding enough appeasing quiet
the portrait seems whole, complete star
I embrace you darling the way you are.
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