Masterpiece

Your soul is like a Monet.

You are water lilies on a pond,

painted on a canvas on display at the Art Institute of Chicago

for the world to admire.

You are historic, a masterpiece, but

the closer I look at your colorful strokes,

the less I understand about you.

You become a mess.

The farther away I look at you,

the more I understand.

You are a masterpiece from far away.

You are the love of my life from far away.

You’ve found somebody that can look at the colorful strokes of your mind up close,

and still see you as if they were far away.

To her, you are always a masterpiece.

You are painted like a Monet, and I will always appreciate your beauty, and your soul.

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