His Art

She looked like a piece of art

And he was infatuated with her from the start

But as life took its toll, her colors faded

And he no longer saw the woman he once persuaded

She said; my mind steers me into the wrong directions

And only focuses on my imperfections
I feel as if my soul no longer resembles who I wish to be

But when he looks at her, she didn't know what his eyes could see

He admired her as if she was a piece in a gallery

To see such beauty, he would have paid a years worth of salary 

Her eyes looked like a gentle pencil stroke

They were as detailed as paintings during the century of Baroque

He could get lost in them for hours on end

And as she got tired, he would watch the colors blend

Her skin was as soft as a paintbrush

And her cheeks were always dressed with a mild blush

A marble sculpture illustrates her perfect physique

She was a masterpiece, crafted by an unique technique

He found a color palette in her personality
Which transcended him to an inexplicable sense of rationality

He saw bright blue when she was apprehensive

And intense grey when she was pensive

Vivid yellow when she felt cheery

And pitch black when she was weary

She left an indelible impression like paintings of van Gogh

And he would try anything to let her know that he loved her so

He said that to one single soul we cannot be diminished

Human beings are a work of art that can never be finished

You are art because everybody has a different interpretation

Where I see perfection, you see the need of renovation

He told her that in her soul he still sees all the colors of the rainbow

And that to him, she will always be as priceless as the work of Picasso

Reviews

[Ranger Nadaly]

Great comparison. Great details.