Alone I enter the sunlit vintage room

And smile sadly at my eternal doom

Shades of golden shadows play here

And hold memories to which I adhere

I walk slowly to that glorious frame

Adorning the stone wall just as same

For it holds the magic of my fingers

Still caught in it, your smile lingers

Stars in your brown eyes still twinkle

Oh lost in colours so rosy periwinkle

Web of your silky hair always shines

And caresses your face like soft vines

My heart sinks for I try to touch you

But end up gracing the paint so blue

I recall the day, a memory so fainting

When I enclosed you in this painting

Oh how could I forget that as a crafter

I could catch all but your ringing...

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