The Blank Slate …

So much of me has always been like an unused colouring book …
Lines drawn around enticing possibilities just waiting to be filled in …

But of course a book can’t colour herself …
And neither can a woman …
Her owner must intervene …
See the potential …

A yellow here to welcome first the sunshine …
A blue tone there brings movement to the sky …
Flesh to liven palour in her cheeks …
Pink to add the blush that lingers there …

Green to bring new life to drab surroundings …
Grey creates soft shadows in her hair …
Purple for her dress … to make her sexy …
And red for lips … her passion then to share …

And so a work of art he has created …
Where the blankest slate once laid before …

Life imparted to a heart now brimming …
With the colours he divined were there …

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