I first saw you as an impression
But the more I stared,
the more enraptured I became
wandering deep within your textures
the way an artist stares far beyond his favorite painting,
desperate to find its purpose
yet you were a untimely masterpiece,
that I could never come close to dream of painting

Speechless as I gazed upon your complexion
I could see your soul bleed through the paper
how deep I could feel myself falling in love
with every single emotion you made me feel
I hoped that with each meaningful glance,
I would discover every mystery you had kept secret
underneath every blemish you had disguised so well
an imperfect, yet beautiful painting you were
that glowed with the liveliest of colors...

Art had never felt so real.