Art Enthusiast

FOUR

You’re a masterpiece that I could stare at forever, Framed, Hung on the walls of the museum where you belong, The center of attraction, No need of an action, As you sleep, I’ll sing you a song.

Just let me be the happiest, the luckiest. I’ll give you a rest, A place of zest, Like a guy in a vest, You’ll be the safest.

Let me be the one, Just be around, I promise, You’ll drown in nothing but my love and my admiration, I promise, I’ll show you affection.

But you’re an art I could never have, Not even after the hammer struck, I can only see you, But I cannot touch you. I can only admire you, But never be with you.

For you are an art, And I’m merely figured. This is a tale of the masterpiece and his spectator.

Photo by: Vernon Jio Viajar