He left roses on her bed;
a kiss on the cheek.
Silently, he painted;
Memorized by captivation.
A passing stroke, a twist of the wrist;
a landscape of secrets.
He pondered a beauty unknown,
An innocence so pure.
His heart;
simply enamored.
He left roses on her bed.
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