She was a portrait I could never complete, so full of liveliness with every stroke she got better than ever.
I couldn't even paint a silhouette I was afraid that her shadow would turn out to be the prettiest.
Of all the portraits I've gazed at none spoke so elegantly like her eyes did.
Half moon days and half strokes with her presence, a gentle breeze and few stars made us feel complete with eachother !
I couldn't even paint a silhouette I was afraid that her shadow would turn out to be the prettiest.
Of all the portraits I've gazed at none spoke so elegantly like her eyes did.
Half moon days and half strokes with her presence, a gentle breeze and few stars made us feel complete with eachother !