His pictures were vibrant
the colours bright and gay
a lightness came into art
the day she came his way
she offered to pose for him
dressed or in the nude
but her beauty was perfect
and his artistry too crude
so from her perfect form
he used as inspiration
to paint impressive flowers
which became a sensation
then alas her life cut short
by a drunkard behind the wheel
so he resorted to painting
with an emotion he can feel
first it was in shades of grey
growing deeper and intense
until he only painted black
his depression so immense
he paints for hours the petal forms
with patient dexterity
layers of black laid on black
a black canvas is all you see
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