Aesthetic

FREDERIC EDWIN CHURCH: HEART OF ANDES

Lydia Siegel.

We walked from The White Flag

to the Heart of the Andes.

I led the way,

while she was telling me

the way art made her feel.

Little did she know,

even the art cannot compete

with the feelings that she made me feel.

Informing her about Church's artwork,

The Heart of the Andes,

she looked at me with hungry eyes.

For a second,

I wanted to pull her in for a kiss,

but I realized she was doing what no girl would do before,

listen.

"It was nice meeting you,

Mr. Evan Carter, however,

unfortunately I am late."

Late for what?

"It's a bit early

to be getting personal, no?"

Nodding,

she gave me a wave and grin,

while accidentally bumping into some chick.

We laughed,

but I could tell

in the tone of our voices,

nothing was worse,

than saying goodbye.