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The Art And Its Artist

Never thought of you
the artist of me
drawing me with colors
that words can't make you feel

My brain
a valley so infinite
with pleasing breezes in the sound of your name
my favorite place of thinking

My heart full of
butterflies blooming
flowers flying
making me magnetic
your favorite place of creating

As I stand there
like a canvas in your head
you are the one who melt
under my scent

Never thought of me
the artist of you
drawing you with feelings
your heart has longed before

—when I was his magnificent piece of art in his exhibition of heart.