I drew her with the moon beaming of her rosy cheeks,
Painted her on the canvas with angelic wings,
Surrounded her in a river  of rose petals,
And the watercolour illuminating her flawless complexion.
I made her shine, ten times brighter than I saw,
Because in my eyes she was the light keeping me lit.

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She drew me as a stickman...
No clear features or qualities,
Border lining obscenely mundane.
She drew me as a ******* stickman.