The White Canvas
We
Dance through blank space with graceful elegance.
Your
Mind paints vivid pictures of transcendence,
I
Flow with colors concealed from existence.
They
Lack understanding yet get to witness,
Art
Shaped not with words but alluring brilliance.
My
Brush drifts with passion lit by my love for
You
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