Picture Perfect


She sits beside
Her old sketch book,
She tries to hide
Her suspicious look.
Little confessions
Lie in empty space,
Within expressions
Drawn on her face.

In her hands
Awaits this creature.
She commands
His every feature.

She strokes his hair
With pencil tips.
She shades him fair
With tender lips.

Her love is trapped
within a paper cage.
His life overlapped
by the turn of a page.

She etches details
as her love takes shape.
Her pencil trails
and draws his escape.

She wishes him more
Than scratches of led,
She longs to explore
A love outside her head.

He is her perfection;
He's all she desires.
He's a reflection
Of all her love acquires.

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