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He’s been torturing canvas, he’s been losing his sleep
Tried some new colours, but it’s hopeless
Still the portrait won’t come, no matter how hard he keeps
Trying — this time it’s different, it’s serious
He tried side view, then front — changed the light in the room
Rearranged everything, seeking answers
But he stopped when his brush touched the eyes in the gloom
Then he covered the canvas with new primers
Again and again he’d sketch out the lines of her lashes
Staring at his model, in pain
How’s that possible? He’s painted so many faces
But this one — it’s driving him insane
Just a simple commission not much to be paid
Frame, oil, canvas — forty by twenty
Maybe someone’s mistress, maybe someone’s lady
Wanted her face caught in the moment, pretty
What did he care… The cash in the envelope
Should’ve made it a job, plain and simple
But now he doesn’t care about finishing the sketch
Just wants her to come — that’s his riddle
