When I think of you

girl thinking
(c) Steve Hanks

My quill is inked with

deceptive poetry and

deluding prose.

My paintbrush is dipped in

richly eloquent

colourful and monochrome lies.

My strings play

divine music

belying graces.

Yet when I think of you,

my strings,

my paintbrush,

my quill,

all fail to replicate your

exquisite,

elegant,

enchanting

beauty.

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