Masterpiece

"In the most beautiful place, in the most beautiful day, you must be the most beautiful thing of all."

Like all the legends--sculptors, painters, they have their greatest creation. You, for an instance, are a glorious masterpiece from explosion dust. In the now, when everything loses hope, you walk into the earth and give me a soul, a promise that the sweetness of life will make it to our tongue.

I lost the ability to blink just by seeing your skin. A glance that reminds me of morning sun; that its glimmer wakes every specimen it touches.

Like by the time you sat next to me saying nothing. Only our breezing breath fills the gap between. Somehow it calms me down. I fall deep and deeper into you. And in the palm of your hand lies my half beating heart, sometimes wondering when you would squeeze it. Yet, you never did.

Instead you make it rhyme beautifully with thunder in my surrounding. Perfectly harmonious composing another masterpiece to my senses. That's how you become my living legend; turning my sorrow into fair tragedy. Honoring dark cloud as the conductor of the sky's orchestra. Sculpting wrinkles in the corner of my eyes, painting smile on my face as your canvas, my happiness is your creation.