I touched her cheeks with blushes of pink,
Meant to be captured for an eternity, with great love and vivid ink.
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She has ears, but has never heard her own name,
She has admirers, but unlearned to comprehend the concept of fame.
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She has both a unique and picturesque smile,
She looks like someone I knew,
Once upon a time.
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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.
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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