Your Soul is a Work of Art

Don’t feel less than anything.

Merely because your skin does not shine evenly like polished boughs.

Your teeth are not all twinned.

Your contours are not what you would have

If it were you who had fashioned your own visage from soft clay.

Don’t feel less.

They’re invisible to me anyway.

I’ve already been blinded by your soul.

And staggered by your heart.

Your essence has me in a stupor.

You are a work of art.

God furnished you with beauty

To tear me all apart.

I can’t continue with my deadened days the same.

Your soul is a work of art.

And I can tell you don’t see it.

That uncertainty that’s always in your eyes tell me

You always wonder if you’re doing anything right.

And I don’t know how to tell you

You change everything around you, like a light.

Now I don’t have the courage

But one day we’ll sit and I’ll tell you the ending from the start

You’ve turned all this into a gallery

And your soul is my favourite work of art.