Her heart was his canvas
And he painted it with
Oh so beautiful colours
Of his own,
And smiled as he saw his art
For he too never knew
He was a wonderful artist
Until he found her.
And together, is how they created
A masterpiece..
- borntowinash
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Everlasting
Poetry"Only moths can understand the pleasure of burning in the flame" (Started:- 24 - January - 2019) (Completed:- 22 - March - 2019)
