unpainted
he loved her in the margins
curtains of hair cover her face,
the diamond in his eyes shines bright,
he gazes at her with longing such,
like a moon on a starless night.
oh how he would simply adore,
to have her in his arms
late night talks under canopies of stars,
and vacations in beautiful farms.
he could give her all she deserves,
his love for her so strong
she would be happier with him, he knows
their life would be a beautiful song.
but the canvas in front of her,
could never paint their future together,
her hand a master of brushstrokes,
and she belongs to someone another.
-aniiverse