The Epitome of Art

darling, she's a masterpiece.

darling, she's a masterpiece.

she was dancing in an old fairy tale, imagining herself being danced by a prince. she gently swaying her hips, letting the soft melody guide her every steps.

the rythm of air touches her skin, as if it calms her soul, letting it free. her curly hair is dancing through the cold breeze of air.

closing her eyes, feeling the sun rays touching her cheeks. wondering how cruel the world is, yet she can also picture in her mind a beautiful side of it.

she doesn't have a white skin, which whenever she felt the sunrays through her skin, it wasn't became rosy. she doesn't have a straight hair, she have a curly, black and tangled hair.

she doesn't have a hazel, blue nor brown eyes. she just have a normal color black. but darling she's an art. everything about her is like an art was sent from above.

i admire how simple she is, her body doesn't scream perfect, her body doesn't seems who can pass for a victoria secret's model. but she's also a human, every human is an art that was created by him.

just wanted to remind you. darling you're a masterpiece.