Where Are My Words?

you are art.

Art is at the top of my love list.
When I go to a museum,
the art puts me in such awe
that I can't help but to feel every angle,
to distort the image there,
or to figure the painting's story.
When I go to a museum,
I analyze and fall in love
with every piece that my eyes lay contact with.
I love and cherish the moments there,
the pieces there,
the colors brought out.
In all instances you are a museum.
I walk inside of you and want to touch.
I want to feel around the walls.
I want to embrace the curves of stone figures.
I want to live within the colors that are only imaginable.
You are a museum.
You are a masterpiece,
hung as the centerpiece in the gallery.
The artwork that has its own wall
with small tables and red vases
with yellow flowers.
When my eyes set on you,
you are the one left on my mind.