Between his fingers a pencil
Secret dreams formed a stencil
Gifted, hands flow as he thrives
Magically on paper comes alive.
Sketches a blueprint of roomy cells
To flowering courtyard's wishing well
Vibrant tapestries each stroke provides
Provoking an ambiance where love resides
Creation's spun from his deepest dreams
Spectacular rooms with blended schemes
Designer's touch from ceiling to floor
His pencil sketches for one he adores
Entertains colors rich in passion
Bouquets accent boudoir fashion
Magically casts reflections of her
Flickering candles scented in myrrh.
'They Loved'
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