Her Name is RitaA Poem by DaydreamerThe artist's muse..
A man and a woman stand together
Side by side Admiring A black and white abstract, Painting of the french word 'Vide' Hanging in front of them. Minutes pass and the scent Of Givenchy fills the air Arousing the man's desire To express his interest Of the woman next to him.
Through the corner of the painter's eyes He lusts her beauty For her icy gaze melted the armor Of his unchained heart Secretly He designates the stranger To be his next muse As he reaches out For a polite introduction He is swarmed by a group Of old maidens, Who recognizes his collection By the time he gazes in her direction She's gone through the glass doors, Out of his life forever "Who was that girl?" he'd ponder Night after night Desperately trying to capture Her essence onto the blank canvas. And in six months he would reveal The inner workings of his heart and soul Dedicated to the beautiful stranger He'd later name, Rita. © 2014 DaydreamerFeatured Review
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