Regret Of A Forgotten Passion
I touched her cheeks with blushes of pink,
Meant to be captured for an eternity, with great love and vivid ink.
She has ears, but has never heard her own name,
She has admirers, but unlearned to comprehend the concept of fame.
She has both a unique and picturesque smile,
She looks like someone I knew,
Once upon a time.
Years could happen upon us, and you'd not look a day older than when our eyes first met,
I could look at you for hours, but now,
A buyer showed me a very pretty cent.
Now, hung upon the wall of another,
This dear and precious painting of mine,
I cannot capture the same essence twice,
I've regretted it then.
Now, I no longer care to smile.

© Lunaris