Masterpiece

I have written you poetry beyond my own imagination,
Compared your lips to the sweet morning's dew...
Your eyes have burned through me with such a passion,
The passion of the millionth sun.

I have touched your soul as a sculptor would a statue
And memorized your every fold and crease...
Your words have pained through my eternity
With the ease of any artistic prodigy.

I have memorized your smiles, the way the light the rooms,
Your posture, thoughts have left me speechless once again.
Your lips the perfect composition of perfection,
They make Beethoven's Sonatas seem too plain.

I have sat beside you through your terrors,
And clutched my skin in ways of beasts...
And in your dreams, I creped besides you
I held you to my chest, just one more time.

Beside your self I laid my head, and closed my eyes again,
Your breath calmed the storm in them and made the panic shush,
The way you look straight in my eyes, although they may be borrowed
Makes it too hard to forget.

I analyzed your freckles one by one again,
The way they make you human, perfect, innocent.
You, angel, have done too much for me...
And you will stay my lullaby.

I painted you in my own blood, and put your prints throughout my soul,
You are my greatest masterpiece, you are what makes me whole.