art, when i think of it
i'm also thinking of you
for you are one,
the one that can't be copied.

your one crooked tooth and
your small smile
that shows your small teeth,
making small wrinkles on your cheeks
is one hell of an art.

when i first held your hand,
it's like touching your soul
maybe just a part of your soul.

your hands are rough
like a beautiful tapestry
like an empty canvass
that is waiting for to be painted
by a painter's hand.

i can still recall the time
when i first put your hair
that is perfectly covering your face
behind your small pale ear,
it's like arranging the stars
for the moon to stand out.

your personality is abstract
your presence too
i can't explain a **** thing
when i'm with you
but i know what's happening is beautiful.

you're beautiful,
everything you do is beautiful
even if it's an accident or a mistake.