She gazed on me through pale blue eyes,
Sweet lady in the frame,
Her beauty caught in a flash of time,
Fair damsel without name,
Soft lips of ripe strawberry red,
So vulnerable, so alone,
White skin, pale and flawless,
Fragile as China bone;
Her trussed up golden layered hair,
Coiffured to near perfection;
Jewelry draped about her neck
A priceless pearl collection
Tears I now see in her eye,
This lass I had never met
Her haunting countenance for sure
Is one I’ll nere forget.
The gavel woke me from my trance,
The auctioneer’s voice so bold
“Your priceless painting, Satan,
Is now officially sold.”
Life is like that work of art,
Painted in shades of leaven,
Focusing on the untold riches,
On earth and not in Heaven.
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