You are that masterpiece

Sometimes I repeat myself.

Why? Are you not listening?

No, you are listening. (smiling)

But the master paints a masterpiece through many, many strokes of the paintbrush.

Over and over again they guide the brush,

Layer after layer of paint,

Like caresses upon the canvas,

Until the perfection of the creative thought is captured,

Until it becomes

What it is meant to be.

You are that masterpiece.

I am merely a soft, loving hand across your surface.

- Mary

Reflection

Tell me of the beauty of the creation of you.