He was like a fine painting,
A masterpiece.
And she was a flower with a heart,
She love him,
She saw him ever morning,
Hazel eyes brown hair, with a little smile on the corner of his lips when he saw her.
But she was a flower just a flower,
He didn't know her love for him.
She just stares at him dancing with the girl who merely knows him,
She watch him kiss her,
She watch him when they took their vow.
She watch him giving up,
For he couldn't fine the love he wanted;
Yet that love was right beside him on that desk in a small canvas,
They were in the same room for many years, so close yet so far away.
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