Draw

She started with
His arm
Afraid to ruin
His perfection.
She went to his
Sleeve,
Shadowing before
Normal people would.
She's not normal,
Though,
And neither is he.
She did his fingers,
Wishing the whole
Time she could hold them.
She moved onto the
Shirt,
The one he wears
So often.
She went to his neck
Shaping his head
But skipping the face
For the hair,
The soft blond hair
She wants to feel so badly.
She had to his face,
But was so afraid to
Ruin him.
First, the aves,
Black and big.
The nose,
And shading.
Then, the mouth
She could never do
Justice
She works on for
Hours
But she'll never
Have it right
No matter how hard
She tries.