A few graceful strokes with a piece of chalk
Portrayed my lady's face which seemed to talk;
Perhaps her pout meant she was peeved with me,
Emblazoned there where only I could see--
A few chalk lines on my workroom's blackboard,
Retracing what my mind had underscored...
A shoulder-length fall of tresses cov'ring
Nearly one eye, yet I keep discov'ring,
Compelled by my own imagination,
Ethereal soul mate since our creation--.
Sent by God to be my inspiration...
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