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His Love
As he lays out his plan
His mind is drenched with vivid color and shades
Hoping to capture what he sees, on canvas
Each movement with brush
He seeks for perfection
May it be a sunset, an ocean wave or a child's face
He paints gladly
He struggles to make it right
Hoping to stumble across the light
Every glide of the brush he makes
His heart beats faster
He knows he must keep his hands
from shaking, every muscle aches
But this is what he loves best
His finished project
He now holds in his weary hands
He gives his untold story to you
Behind the picture
He smiles back at you.
His mind is drenched with vivid color and shades
Hoping to capture what he sees, on canvas
Each movement with brush
He seeks for perfection
May it be a sunset, an ocean wave or a child's face
He paints gladly
He struggles to make it right
Hoping to stumble across the light
Every glide of the brush he makes
His heart beats faster
He knows he must keep his hands
from shaking, every muscle aches
But this is what he loves best
His finished project
He now holds in his weary hands
He gives his untold story to you
Behind the picture
He smiles back at you.
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