The Painter's Heart

The Painter's Heart


He struggled to find his inspiration--
She, a fleeting muse moving with grace.
Her dance, alluring, steps as old as time.
He, with no light, no way to see her face.


He wasted hours to grasp inspiration;
She, to spill colours on another's canvas.
Still, in his eyes she remained a portrait
Of beauty and perfection beyond trespass.


She wandered on and on, his inspiration,
Her palette covered in shades of black and red.
The colours of her sins creating a mirage;
Still no light, no way to see he's been misled.


Now in the twilight, gliding back was inspiration.
Her touch like gloss paint hardening in his heart.
With each stroke of his brush, true love expressed.
But she saw no masterpiece, only faulty art...

An entry for INSPIRATIONS.
Chosen prompt: 'faulty art'.
a-b-c-b Rhyme Pattern.
16 lines.