He decided to paint his world,
And watch the wonder unfurl.
He chose his colors to fill the hole
To patch up the missing pieces of his soul.
He chose to give her red lips,
since from his life, love was always amiss.
He gave her dark black hair,
For his life was dark too, and never fair.
He imagined her to be patient and kind,
Qualities, he had once left behind.
Lastly, he hung her portrait and called her his own,
for in his life, he was tired of being alone.
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