how can she, an artist,
make him, her own artwork
when the art itself
is an artist himself

she could only stand back and watch
as he sculpted his past
and sketched his present

until he reached out to her
with a paint-stained hand,
gestured to the blank canvas
of the future and said,
"would you like to create
a masterpiece with me?"

at a young age, he has seen much.
and in his eyes, i saw the world
that every time i look at them,
i want to travel aimlessly
and get lost in them forever.
and even if he was a map as well,
i wouldn't know where to end or start.
because loving him is as daring
as spontaneous misadventures.