You are a work of art hung within a museum wall.
Some don't understand,
Some stop and stare, trying to figure out the inner mechanisms behind the inspiration to make such a work of art.
Some understand and appreciate the beauty that is bestowed in front of them,
And some,
Well, some love it.
Some truly, truly love this art in front of them.
They go to the museum every day,
And marvel at this piece of work.

You are the art work within the museum of my mind.
I visit you there daily,
and I look at you and look at you, and wonder
How I can be so lucky to have this within my museum.