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We are walking together,
Fingers tangled between our palms,
And eyes fixated at every masterpiece.
For in this museum,
I am looking at different masterpiece.
Stories written behind every strokes,
Every color combination,
Lines and shapes.
A beauty painted in a canvass.
But I haven't found any picture,
Word, or illustration,
That will show true beauty,
One that will illuminate
A beautiful heart
And alluring soul.
Then I realized
Nothing can compare
To the masterpiece
That I found in you.
For you are greater than any masterpiece
Because you know how
to touch and talk
to my soul and heart.
The words echoed,
head spinning wildly,
the knife cuts deep,
But there is no pain,
I do not bleed.

— The End —