She was a woman of
vivid emotions,
artistic renditions,
and bold strokes
dwelled deep in some magical potion

He was a man lost in her enamor
scrawling endlessly,
sketching passionately,
painting vigorously,
putting forward a vague attempt
to arrest her shining countenance
in the universe of his desirous thoughts

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