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If only these words could mend a broken heart, Or a poem could capture each cherished thought. I would take this artist's brush in hand, to trace your likeness upon a canvas. As you were, beside my heart, together evermore.
In a realm of dreams from long ago, A bard would sing to a room hushed in silence. With his voice, he’d weave each verse. A song of magic to bind us. Our essence, drawn beautifully together. In a lover's poem, the unseen nature of a flower in bloom, perfectly captured within a portrait.
Woven into the fabric of time itself, through tales of loss and tragedy. Here lies the true purpose of an artist's endeavor: To reveal the hidden beauty within sorrow. For even a broken heart reflects our capacity, our strength, beautifully created. A painted portrait of resilience, found within the depths of our spirits. As it thrives in our unconquerable ability to love.
💡LightInDarkness 🌑 ©JFO👥2024
In a realm of dreams from long ago, A bard would sing to a room hushed in silence. With his voice, he’d weave each verse. A song of magic to bind us. Our essence, drawn beautifully together. In a lover's poem, the unseen nature of a flower in bloom, perfectly captured within a portrait.
Woven into the fabric of time itself, through tales of loss and tragedy. Here lies the true purpose of an artist's endeavor: To reveal the hidden beauty within sorrow. For even a broken heart reflects our capacity, our strength, beautifully created. A painted portrait of resilience, found within the depths of our spirits. As it thrives in our unconquerable ability to love.
💡LightInDarkness 🌑 ©JFO👥2024
