Claire
Claire
The cerulean hour, the Parisian style
The painted streets, the white in her dress
His muffled tears, her sweet smile
The pretty dream, his palette is a mess
The shades in her eyes
The brush on her hair
Her hair ribbons met the prettiest butterflies
The memories made the artisan waver
Their hands met on the canvas
She was his reminiscence
The red brush, her sweet blush
She's dancing through a film scene
The Florence in the dream made
He will never let the pastel fade.