With every brushstroke, every line,

The artist captures beauty divine.

But for the model, still and true,

The task is not as simple, it’s true.

For hours on end, we hold our pose,

Muscles tired, mind and body exposed.

But we endure, for the sake of art,

For the beauty that sets our souls apart.

We are the muses, the inspiration,

The living subjects of the artist’s creation.

And though it’s hard, we do not falter,

For the final piece is worth it all, an alter.

So we stand tall, with grace and poise,

And let the artist’s work, our story compose.

For in the end, it’s not about us,

But the beauty we help to create, a plus.

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