Question

I took my pen.
I drew you out.
I got you wrong.
I rubbed you out.
I honed my craft.
I tried again.
I failed with mice
And then with men
And then with landscapes
Laced with trees.
Where others seemed to draw with ease
My lines were sloppy,
Colors weak,
Your essence greyed,
Left incomplete.

Answer 1

wow

Amazing dear

so lovely my dear friend.

Answer 2

Answer:

Beautiful

Explanation:

I love this poem by Ms. Moem, It has such a nice flow and emotion to it. It is also not a very common poem, I am glad I found someone who also loves it.