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Painting...

Regret flows from the depths of my soul With the strength of a flood I have held these gates shut for too long And though tormenting, they should not be stopped. The thought of your anguish Even as I write to you now Stops my heart cold As well it should What I see in front of me Is a painting of our love Its most thoughtful brushstrokes Mottled by hurried abstraction and inattention A person who had not seen this masterpiece created Might think it to be refuse and pass it by unknowingly Letting be obscured the deep beauty of its many scenes By layers of the tarnish of mistreatment But as the painter I see beyond the dark smears To recall the hours that I attended to the details And wonder how I could let it become so discolored The painting that took me my life to create Has lost its divinity in my careless treatment And even if I were to refine it I fear you would always see it as it is today So today I paint a new masterpiece One inspired by the muse of respect A work that you can love through our old age One that you will look to each day for inspiration This one will take some time As I want my brushstrokes to be carefully placed I need to move steadily to ensure that this time, My art represents my dream This is my opus Don't judge me on my past works As I have never before had so much skill and inspiration And never before have I wanted to please you as I do today With you and my children as my muse I will paint for you a lifetime A portrait of devotion and friendship A panorama of passion and admiration All I ask is that you gaze upon it with an open heart And you shall unquestionably love me again
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