Masterpiece of Love
He shields the corners, soft and sure, A quiet gesture, his heart so pure. His hand a guard, a silent plea, to keep the world from harming me.
The way his fingers trace my skin, A warmth that starts deep within. He cups my cheeks, his gaze so true, and in his eyes, I feel anew.
“You’re beautiful,” his silence speaks, In every touch, his love unique. No painted scene, no artist’s hand, could craft what I can barely stand.
For he’s a masterpiece, alive and free, A work of art that love set free. He defies the skies, the stars, the air, no canvas could ever compare.
Each glance, each touch, each act of care, A symphony beyond compare. My heart is his, forever known, For in his love, I’ve found my home.
