MIsunderstanding the concept

I live in one city, and drive 32.2 miles to work every day to toil endlessly in a rusting remnant of America's once great industrial presence.  The rural area in between serves as a stark reminder of what I like to call the social bipolar disorder afflicting our country.  This is the land of $40,000 pick-up trucks parked in front of $11,000 trailers.  It's also the land of the aerosol love letter.

"JENNY I LOVE YOU!  LOVE MARK"

Hastily sprayed painted on the side of a white metal pole building in black Krylon just off the highway.  This two sentence sentiment mirroring the two private minutes in some quite spot Mark spent the night before.  I hoped it was in expression of the passion and love overflowing within him and not in atonement for bouncing Jenny off a wall.  I really, really hope that.

That was yesterday.  Today when I drove by, mind wandering as it's apt to do during the monotonous trip, I almost missed the building.  The farmer had already been out to fix things.  White paint, probably barn-wash, was meticulously traced over the message.  This is the exact method in which all these poems are muted.  I say muted because the two shades of white never quite match.  One would think that the farmer would paint a swatch over the entire message to completely eliminate it.  This almost never happens.  It could be representative of the lethargy of the farmer.  Could be he was short of paint.  Or it could have been he was in a real hurry.

Or maybe he just sighs, thinks back to the time he was young and idealistic, and subconsciously half-asses it. 

"JENNY I LOVE YOU!  LOVE MARK"

...only in just a whisper, not a shout.