Delicate expressions on her soft face
match the delicate strokes that she creates,
colours carved and blended in careful pace
I'm enthralled as the next stroke patiently waits.
A slight smile on her lips as she takes a break
cannot match the wide beam that my mouth wears
as I've noticed my jaw beginning to ache
whilst she's busy worrying about her hair.
Anxious to see her painting completed
all I can do is watch her movements
as those tender motions are repeated
her sweet splendour could have no improvements.
And to me, she is the finest work of art
whose beauty could capture this critic's heart.
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