Sue Lewin-Portraits

 Frame like willow never touched,

she is virgin perpetual...

So she swore to the papers.

"Not so much to my knees has the master seen me."

She isn't that kind of girl!

The cover of Couliers sells something different

when Daybreak finds Reveries.

And don't forget about the pocket of pictures

the master keeps in his studio,

The ones where you have no shame.

You give yourself away with a fire to the shady oaks

so the Prime Minister sent you back to a home that wasn't yours.

Like a cat the mistress just could shake, they fed you by the backdoor.

But never you mind, he will soon paint landscapes and find

a pile of golden curls to bury himself.

Your willowed frame will bow like they always do by middle age 

and your nights filled with skin and cobalt will be a secret memory,

Artist never tell the story of their muse,

because they are only a vapor

you will know when the sums speak 

and you receive a housemaids pittance.

Rightly so, rightly so.

The truth will Parish with you.