Preface: The Gift
What gift he gave cross sea and land,
he put a paintbrush in her hand.
She painted from her eye and soul,
strokes that made them unit. Whole.
When she was done, had stroked her touch,
she handed off to him the brush;
and he did paint with heart and love,
feelings flowing from above.
The paint did rush within their blood,
together grew, from tender bud.
Their canvas being sincere trust,
their nature being true and just.
They did exchange within each hour
a heartbeat of the strongest power.
A man and woman, worlds apart,
United by artistic heart.
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