Are You  an untalented POETESS
Or just an unjust Pain-ter
 Incessantly searching for
The perfect model
Again you stand before
" the empty canvass"
 How would you ever know
Whether the colours
Of a can-di-date are the right ones
was He the one?
Do you have to clean your palette?
  now and then
From my sad ex-perience,
so many women
Don't even cast
A shadow while others
Painted in haughty cold colours
Colder than ice won't yield
Even
To their empty and lonely bottles
Of pity.