Living Art
Hey, you wonderful man, look here at me.
Let me see those eyes.
You are lovely, nothing less.
If you think any different, you are very, very wrong.
Others may fail to see your beauty,
but that’s their loss,
and their fault,
not yours.
And they have no clue what they’re missing, because
trust me,
if they had even the slightest,
they’d never want to leave your side.
You may think
I don’t know what I’m talking about,
but yes, my dear, I do.
I know because I know you,
and I know the way
you shine like the first star in the night sky.
I know
that there are
uncharted oceans in your eyes,
dangerously powerful
and dangerously beautiful.
I know
that there are
rolling hills and plunging valleys
in the planes of
your body
that you long to guide someone through.
I know
that there is
sunshine
in the way you laugh
that can clear a clouded mind.
I see magic
in the way you move,
I hear the melody when you speak.
I feel the magnetic pull of your heartbeat and
I see flower petals in your lips.
You are a living, breathing work of art.
You are more than a masterpiece.
Please don’t ever forget that.
