A Maid on the Canvas

I came across that gallery
Myriad paintings were on display.
My curious eyes came to survey
Those masterpieces done perfectly.

Plastered graffiti on the wall
Some were big, others were small.
There's a picture of a man in disdain
And various abstracts that were hard to explain.

Then I found my stare on that canvass
Painted there was a lovely lass.
Bearing a smile so captivating
Her figure was indeed enticing.

Her eyes glowed like jadeite's glare
Nestled beneath her golden hair.
Casted her tantalizing look
That pulled me like a hook.

This lovely lady, I must steal
Those busy Night Shifts, I thought won't kill.
I rushed ouside while alarms were buzzing
Then police cars came, tyres were squealing.

I ran as fast as I could
Passed the lake and then the woods.
To where afar my feet could take
Yet I was tired and needed break.

I cried, "What wrong have I made?
I need this painting of my lovely maid!
She loves me, it's not a lie
You take her and I will die."

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