She was just a stranger
Another face in the crowd
One that didn't stand out
One that didn't know how
But he was quite the artist
And enjoyed views such as she
The ones made delicately
The ones that couldn't see
Then the man swooped down like an angel
And rescued her from her life
And painted her how he saw her
Their love sharp as a knife
But he could not bear it
He could not compare to it
For every day before that
Was his choice to repair her
And he painted her forever
Pictures lining all the halls
Before he realized what she wanted
It was too late for she was gone
She disappeared like pain itself
To return when nobody could see
For the next morning when he came home
Sitting tall against the wall
Was a picture of him from her
Captioned "Love came not easily"