Sketched the peony on the base, interweaving with deep and delicate strokes

Which reminded me of your light make-up

The faint scent of sandalwood filtered out of the window

As my mind was wondering and wandering

The idle brush left the painting incompletely deserted

The glazed Beauty Painting blazed with essence of elegance, fluid and formless

Your ravishing smile was budding to blossom

With the virgin beauty vanishing traceless into the air, as elusive as ever

There was every sign of a drizzle soothing the livid sky

While I was soaked waiting for you, without a clue

The smoke wreathed upwards into the sky, shutting the other side of the river a million miles away from me

The ancient calligraphy carried itself with easiness and lightness

I was wistfully wishing that we had been preordained to meet

There was every sign of a drizzle soothing the livid sky

While I was soaked waiting for you, without a clue

The river, tinted by the moonlight, rippling the story to unfold

The legendary porcelain was preening itself narcissistically

As you beamed me an implausible smile

The variegated carp leapt off the bowl

You kept haunting me when I was about to finish the painting

Your secret was so exquisite and subtle

With the forbidden silence, where the pin drop could be heard

The downpour whipped the ground; the rust crept on the knockers

I was lingering on your receding figure swallowed by the darkness

Here was where the story freeze-framed

That was how the painting took on a so forlorn look