I became a placeholder for you,
A model that conformed to your every demands in hope a pretty painting would be created.
A lovely landscape was made, long fields and tall flowers.
But the women with her gorgeous smile was not me.
You replace my image with hers right in front of me.
She was dressed in a white dress, while I was now wearing brown.
For after I see what a beautiful painting you used me for,
I feel stained.