We met a street artist as we walked about…
Who offered to draw her for free…
I envied his gift as an artist…
I watched as he drew the outline…
His hands moved with lightning speed…
He captured her very essence…
The beauty I had seen in her when we met…
For a moment my jealousy flared…
As he began to dress her…
The smirk in her eyes…
The smile on those lips..
I make a point of kissing offen….
As I feel in love all over again…
The painting was priceless…
Far more than insisted he take…
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