Sketch
Sketch
I tried to sketch her
However, I sketched her mother
Instead of her face,
Her mother's face
Lit up in my paper
She laughed
When she saw what I did,
But, I thought,
How true it is what people say
The truth dawned upon me
I realized her mother would control our lives,
When we are married,
As my vision helped me to sketch
We will be under her surveillance
How strange! You try to sketch your subject
And the master appears
Be waring you of the consequences
How can a beautiful life be sketched knowing what awaits you next?