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Her colors I start to blend, painting a woman's masterpiece Her heart pumps honesty, while her soul condones peace. *A couple more paint strokes to form her ambitious eyes To create her sincere integrity, to mold her intelligent mind Sculpting her genuine smile, adding detail to an aura so kind.* **Women, are a beautiful master piece That can't be rushed, it must be worked on over time.** *& when I get one... I will paint her forever. I will never stop helping her create her design, I will mix her love with my passion...I will make this precious masterpiece truly mine. *
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
My Masterpiece
Her colors I start to blend, painting a woman's masterpiece Her heart pumps honesty, while her soul condones peace. *A couple more paint strokes to form her ambitious eyes To create her sincere integrity, to mold her intelligent mind Sculpting her genuine smile, adding detail to an aura so kind.* **Women, are a beautiful master piece That can't be rushed, it must be worked on over time.** *& when I get one... I will paint her forever. I will never stop helping her create her design, I will mix her love with my passion...I will make this precious masterpiece truly mine. *
dougie-simps
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Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
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