As white as snow, the canvas awaits,
The artist’s tale obscure.
Pencil strokes, a story to be told of a love so short but true.

A church in sight, a street so void,
Down the hill goes a girl in white.
A church girl’s gaze so full of grace,
At a glimpse of me, she became reserved.
A cute church girl, that’s what she is.

A load she carried with stress and strength,
As a gentleman at heart, my hand...