Emotions of Ebony

Perfection Dwells in Splatters

Before him is a pearly white canvas

Holds no filth, just dull cleanliness

Bottles of watercolor precisely aligned

And brushes placed according to his standards

Behind her is a wall of splatters

Indefinite amount of colorful abstract

Scattered metal buckets of oil-based paint

Along with thick brushes drenched in disaster

Cool pigments thunderously swirl in his eyes

He could only picture his room's emptiness

Irises of soothing warm colors are hers

A blooming scenery occupied her sight

Her palms dipped in blissful shades of paint

Now, gently dance along his taintless face

Vibrant smudges of color outline his lips

This masterpiece she will accomplish