The lady stood there waiting,
for her portrait to be painted
she couldn't sit and ponder any longer
she cried to the monsieur
ignored, he carried on his merry way
for the portrait, the painting of the lady in waiting.
after a decade seemed to have passed
he went with it,
The lady waited as people passed by
ignored for they couldn't see her eyes
on display, other portraits stood with her in the hallway.
-eight
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