My Masterpiece
Hanging in a frame built from love
Our creation grew more beautiful as time passed by
Every thread woven together with blessings from above
Each color named, but chosen out of fate
After time took its toll, the canvas became torn and the moths then ate
I began to repair the loose threads, working through the day and night
More important than the scenery, the colors had to stay bright
Now a solo artist and this painting is all mine
As the picture becomes vibrant I realize at last
What once was a masterpiece in the making
Now hangs as a picture of the past
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