Artist Girl

I know this artist girl...
She's cute and sometimes shy,
Her fingers twirl her hair
When nervous thoughts go by.

Her face is like a story,
With hazel eyes that yearn,
And a pinch of melancholy,
From many lessons learned.

It tells of art and passion,
And a heart concealed from view,
Her canvas lined with whispers,
Of sorrows she's been through.

She loves me, loves-me-not,
The petals fell so slow,
to floors of hidden gardens,
whose paths I'll never know.

But hope glimmers, defiant,
Throughout her shades and tones,
There's promise of new chapters -
Her smile will find a home.

I know this artist girl...
Our lines may not align,
But I wish her joy as boundless,
As my wish that she were mine.