Paintings

This is a story about the week of a young couple,
Their love, like all, was tender and supple.
They loved one another as all couples do,
But if their love is true, is up to you.

We begin with the first day they share,
During which the man was searching with care.
For the poor woman had just lost her favorite watch,
They could not find it anywhere, searching every cranny and notch.

The second day was not any better,
Today the man had promised he would love her forever.
For the woman had lost her one and only job,
And to his condolences, she could only muster a sob.

On the third day, poor fortune strikes thrice,
And today her faithful man was so humble and nice.
For the unlucky woman's dog fell and ended its life,
He tended to her heart, that was so filled with angry strife.

The fourth day was ripe with such bitter sorrow,
On this day she cried from the morning 'til the 'morrow.
Because the woman learned of her father's passing,
The man tried to comfort her, but was not harassing.

The fifth day was by far the worst,
Her man was gone and her heart seemed to burst.
She awakened all alone and with a scare,
Until suddenly she noticed a letter by the stair.

Her one truly beloved told her to go to the park,
She did as he said while moving through the dark.
He said to look for a bench plain in sight,
And by the time she got there, the sun shone bright.

Standing before her were five separate paintings,
And they all quickly rid her of all the week's taintings.
Quickly and noticeably, tears filled her eyes,
But she was not sad, and I will now tell you why.

The first painting was of her, in the very same coat,
In it she was reaching deep, pulling out a note.
She did the same, and made a startled sound,
In it was her watch and a note, "Look what I found."

The second painting was of her dear homestead,
And beneath was an inscription that read:
"Our love runs deep, and encompasses a wide range,
Not even losing a job, can ever that change."

Looking on to the third, was a painting that did show,
A young puppy of one, in a store window.
Attached to the painting, was another note that did say:
"I've left his name for you to choose, that is if you let him stay."

The fourth was a portrait of her father,
But his visage to her, did not seem to bother.
For below his face, were words far apart,
Saying "He has never truly died, he now lives within your heart."

The fifth painting was of a woman and a man,
The woman looked at paintings, while the man held out his hand.
In the painting she slowly was turning, looking behind her to see,
Her lover holding in his hand a ring, and also bent down on one knee.