Museum
Museum
You are the tickets I spend so that I can enter your gallery;
You are the artwork I craved for,
The piece where your heart was drawn by your hands.
You are the sculpture I always admired,
You were graceful posture of a statue that hides its true form;
And everything you looked and do, all of them are represented by me and you.
The hallway maybe full of art, yet yours is what I always wanted,
For me to touch the canvas that your heart poured into;
To see how your fingers hold the brush while stroking out a colors deep blue.
I cannot tell why every art you make attracts me more than the others,
Maybe its because it was you who made them though;
You, not only you are a great artist,
But you, the one who painted my heart as an artist.
You were the one who draws me closer,
Closer to the art where your paintings hanging;
Hanging in the wall to display the beauty of nature,
As my heart was captured hang in the midst of your restoration.
I have never been to a museum but this beautiful work of yours took me there
Me either just visualize it hahaha, just saw displayed canvass on the gallery and exhibit on the malls. God bless gurl!