Captivating

A portrait painted perfectly
Positioned in way
That rivals day
And so I stay, and stand awaiting

Locked into the blended hues
The colors in array
They ever stray
And in a sway, I stand debating

Held into the scene serene
A vista of a year
That’s drawing near
And without fear, I’m aptly stating

Your vision has eraptured me
My eyes cannot betray
Or look away
In every way, you’re captivating

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