I sit, pen poised before a blank white canvas
My mindful muse slow mixing words of hue
That I might paint enduring panoramas
That capture pure prized images of you;
So here a dab of light to crown your grace
And there a glint of brightness on your smile,
A splash of blush across that peerless face
And velvet shadows soft, to souls beguile.
A touch of crimson moistens loving lips
The richest chestnut strengthens arching brow,
A grand tableau to launch a thousand ships—
Sweet bowsprit set to best all beauty’s prows,
There so upon the palette of my mind
I blend by love what painted words enshrine.

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