I push back the hair from her face
Her head falls, as do her tears
I lift her face to see her eyes
But nothing is there
No eyes, no lips, no mouth
Yet in all, I can see her pain
I never thought a blank canvas
Could tell such a story
Of hurt, of pain, of betrayal
It is blank, yet I see every stroke
Every line, every tear drop Now I will be her artist
I lift my brush, and slowly
Create a new picture, a new face
Autumnal colours I will use
To warm her heart from within
Layer after layer, I begin to see
What used to be here
Before the last flicker of hope
Had drained the colour from her soul As I stand back to look at my work
I can see what the world had erased
Now she has lips, she will smile
And a mouth, she will sing
She will never have beauty like the gods
But her beauty is more powerful
Her beauty is in her heart and her eyes
With eyes like the rarest of black diamonds
And a heart of burning embers
Her love and her beauty
Are there for all to see
If only the world would open its eyes
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