He watches her in daylight
See's her face at night
Two long thoughtful days go by with her not in sight
He draws every perfect
mark
Line
Curve
And shape
He goes around asking if they'd seen the lovely lady
They take a look
Seeing a sketch of a perfect woman
Not a line
Mark
Or curve
Out of place
It looked as if a moment of time had been sketched apon the paper
No words given to him, but
Words run in his head
Dreadful thoughts flooded in
Sadness grew apon his heart
When he hears a woman call his name
He sees her lovely face