NOBODY KNOWS YOU. THEY DONT KNOW YOU. you are a divine work of art, and nobody could possibly know every dot of paint, every stroke of the brush.
nobody could ever comprehend how the hues were created, or understand why you needed a bit more yellows and oranges instead of grays. the deep luminous blues may puzzle those trying to understand but
nobody is trying to. and the ones who do, are wrong.
YOU ARE A WORK OF ART. people simply admire you, gazing and determining if they value your beauty. but YOU
ARE VALUABLE, DEAR. YOU
ARE BEAUTIFUL, DARLING. YOU
DETERMINE YOUR OWN WORTH BECAUSE YOU
ARE A WORK of art. and you are complex and indescribably intricate and you are one hell of a masterpiece.
