Margret, you are blue's favorite.
If I could paint your portrait,
I would render you more plain
To bring your art less worldly fame.
It would give critics fewer clues
Should they look for some girl I knew.
They'd compare it to every face
And not find your pretty trace.
But I would live over the way
And still draw you everyday.
Should my view be obstructed
I would not be distracted.
I'd still draw and think of you.
Until you became the girl I drew.
And I would forget the hue
Of a Margret I once knew...