Curls….

The painter drew in lead

And each curls emphasized with patient

Wished that the portrait never to finish

The thoughts full of joy

Happiness that endure in those moments

Lines by lines

Stroke by stroke

With that gentle grip

The painter fills the love

Wished that the portrait never to finish

Sometimes at dawn

Nights when all sleep in silent

The painter takes the lover to fondle

Alas! When the last curls were done

The artist has no joy

But a complete portrait of the lover