He worked all night
with a paper, a pencil and paint.
In a dim light to wake none at home.
He drew and shaded and painted.
Smudging and staining himself.
He fell asleep and woke startled
And worked again and harder yet.
In the morning he rushed and reached almost on time
He wrote “For you” as his sign
And left it in her desk.
Unfortunately she didn’t come
and took a leave.