Art.
A body is said
To be a temple,
Sacred and holy.
But i always doubted that.
I saw bodies more like art
Embodied in individual beings,
Because
Just like everyone i have ever met,
Art is subjective,
Art is what you make of it.
It is a rush
Of color
And raw emotion
That flows in individual
Randomized direction.
Art is difference in the form of something
Worth seeing
And i
Like a painter to a canvas,
Saw art in you.
I saw it in how you,
Like everyone else,
Followed different paths,
Lived different futures.
Everything unique,
Everyone unique
And everlasting
Just like art,
The sole thing to have ever
Outlived time
Itself.
I saw art in you.
And oh, my dear,
Even if all the temples in the world,
90 years into the future,
Become abandoned,
art will still be flowing
In the walls,
In your veins,
Filling you with all the color
In the world,
And oh darling,
my darling,
Art is eternal,
More long living than the tallest of buildings
Or the most successful civilizations,
Or even the holiest temples,
It is eternal.
And so are you
To me.
