She is far gone,
But her spirit will never die
The painter has loved her even after the sigh,
Beauty remained within his heart
Which never let their souls apart,
He painted her on the canvas with the feather
Which could narrate her even better,
From the strokes he painted a smile
That always take him away in the heaven for a while,
A smile on her pale face
Turns everything into grace,
With glitter on her lashes
That now burning him into ashes,
All the beauty that lies within her eyes
Always leave him mesmerized,
Her lips are stained with the colors of her hair
Leads him to find her everywhere,
Lips, that makes him weak
Weakness that exploited his chest,
He felt her every curve
Exposing her from all the rest,
Love utterly made him fly
Because she can never die.