You and I wandered thoughtfully
shrinking in the colossal spaces
then bumping our way through,
each crowded hallway.
Amidst, Monet's lilies, Degas's ballerinas,
even Van Gogh's *****
And all the while, there you were—
a wonder of unimaginable grace yourself.

with smooth hands—soft skin
rich, lively hues reflecting off curls,
fabric draping and shining, so naturally
and the most brilliant, bright eyes
a masterpiece more resplendent,
than the finest portrait ever could be

Leaving the still life behind, we exit
yet, my eyes continued working en plein air,
each time I glanced your way.
My living muse and forever beauty,
imprinted on my heart, always.