You were short of breath
From climbing the difficult hillock
Sweat adding luster to blushed face
The attractions were too many
For me to paint in one picture
The dangling tuft of silky hair
And slimness of waist
Losing their curvature
In the straightness of neck
The canvas still holds true
Standing half painted
For the color dried fast
On that day
Due to closeness of hearts
And warmth of embrace
