She moves serenely from pen to brush
Creating distinction in a quiet hush
The thought to inspire, the view to engage
At the end of each verse turn the next page
From the wall stands hanging, vibrant colour
Vermillion red, azure blue, black and no other.
Yet whether with pen or the brush I discover
The warmth and the thoughts of my beautiful Dutch lover
Moments of calmness; times to relate
What keeps us together in a world full of hate
What binds us between the raging North Sea
Why do I need you more than you need me?
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