Portrait

His eyes were curious
As well as serious
His hands were deft
Not a speck of scene was left
He was meticulous
His vision was visible
As he picked up picturesque spot
And captured on his canvas
His trait was to portray
His foray was for hurray

A lake view flora on wood side it was
A damsel dared to pose, expose,
Juxtaposed to the scenic splendor
Her style was stimulus
A queer artist quipped and equipped
Surveyed out and out
Figured out on screen of his mind
His brush rushed to wield
Color-mix in kit ready to yield
Latent talent of wit unveiled
Her blushing cheers
Meant blessing in disguise
Her swing n' sway matched
With his stirring strokes
Tools and pools of skills unleashed
The way she looked was the sway he loved
He was the winner of her inners,
Nay, heart and soul!
The magnificent portrait turned out:
A great tribute to her beauty