For You

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.

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