True Art

Every time that I look at you, I see true beauty,

I try to tell you what I see but it comes out crudely.

What I see when i look at you,

Is something that in words cannot be expressed true.

Beauty that surpasses expression is quite rare,

You have it girl and you don’t seem to care.

You see a blank canvas that needs to be painted,

I think with your own reflection you need to get acquainted.

The work of art is you and your self,

but you see a canvas yet to be taken off the shelf. 

What you need to realize that is that you are the work of art,

There’s nothing to be added, nothing to take apart.

The creating you want to do is mere defacing,

This wonderful work of art that the master is tracing.

You wouldn’t spray paint a work in the louvre,

So against yourself don’t make this move.

See yourself for the work of art you are,

There’s qualities in your creation far above par.

Don’t ruin the work with more of this ink stain,

For to those that see your beauty you cause pain.

True beauty is a joy, this you should not doubt,

But beauty defaced, is not what I’m about.

Be confident in your beauty, know your worth,

Don’t deface yourself with cheap shit of this earth.