He was art.

I don’t know where to start.

Maybe I can start with the word, art.

Art is defined as something so unique,

It only catches one’s eye very quick.

Maybe I can define this word with my love for you,

In this word who to be honest just came in to my mind out of the blue.

You were not the perfect art nor my ideal.

Yet as I got to see the art in you, for a second right there, I started to feel something real.

You were broken once or twice

Yet all I see was a masterpiece in my eyes

Going deeper to the dark sides of you

This love became stronger and deeper for you

If some only see you very ordinary,

But darling, in your own way you were very extraordinary

You were like a fragile art

That I will love with all my heart