Work of Art

When I’m with you, it feels like I’m in a museum.

Your beauty, always stuns me, sets my love out on a whim.

Secretly appreciating the craftsmanship of God,

Can’t help but look into your eyes, and I know it may sound odd,

But when you sleep, I take a peek, and count all of the ways…

That I’d love to adore you for however many days.

Resistance is pointless if I’m trying to resist you.

Giving in ain’t weakness, when you’re in love with the view.

My senses overload, from your gorgeous hue.

If you’re a painting, I need to know who painted you.

Cause I’ve never seen a more attractive face,

Sorry if that makes you feel a way,

But your beauty has a hold on my heart,

That’s why I look at you like a work of art.

Simply, rare.