My life was colourless,
Before his rule on my heart,
I never knew he's a painter,
Bestowed with special art,
Who spread colours in my life,
To give a new start.
I was falling apart in a chaos,
He made new sketches,
Inside me of Cosmos,
Tore down all old clutters,
And dump them into gutter.
I found him as the best artist,
He knows very well how to play,
With brushes as being smartest,
Painted a withered flower like me,
And converted me in to a fresh,
Fragrant flower for attracting bee.
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