Learning to Paint the Portrait
Learning to Paint the Portrait Desire weaves a beautiful lace of fire a beauty of which we never tire. Wishes leave us to have faith in the power of mystical orbs an understanding our comprehension will never truly absorb. Hope entices us to depend on outside forces which ill fated waiting gives us not alternative courses. Need weighs more on the heart than want an unruly affirmation, which life cruelly taunts. Honesty relies on our ability to trust- such delicacy- a single lie can rust. Between... Sign in to see full entry.