Painted is perfection,
The story of great love,
A tale of fated spirits,
And the best is not enough.
Painted is elation,
The joy of fated souls,
Shared devotion in abundance,
Giving more than one heart holds.
Painted is completion,
Two hearts fused as one,
A union of the moon and stars,
The heavens and the sun.
But painted is this picture
Over secrets and lies unseen,
And nowhere is it going,
For curse of where it’s been.
Serena Malcolm 
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