He watched me intensely
starring at me as if he could read my soul's deepest desires
his brush moved swiftly to the sounds of my anxious heartbeat

He created my mirror's reflection
I shivered on the inside hoping he'd be able to capture the true beauty that lived within me

-non conventionally beautiful with a soul that shinned and a mind magnified by poetic rhymes, not easily defined but sealed by our artistic ties

...he thought I was beautiful

a distinct creature that he had to observe. I wondered what he was thinking as his fingers caressed the canvas.

...he knew me

Made love to me as each stroke fondled my body's definition.
Colors smeared together to create my perfection.
Something like i've never experienced but always dreamed.

His breathing became faint
words no longer exchanged
thoughts escaping me
yet we still engaged in heavy conversation
through our artistic vibes

...he told me i was beautiful

but my body language revealed my hesitance to believe him
each brush stroke said he loved me in his own special way

A unique connection we now shared, and for a mere moment we were one.
Eternally, I'd be the muse behind his madness.
Utter brilliance conveyed thru this artform

Proudly he looked at me smiling.
He had finished...

With eyes that looked like mine
she stares back
telling my life thru speaking colors
spilling onto the pages

The struggle, the pain, the happiness, the strength

Her beauty overwhelmed me
Tears filled my eyes because before me stood
Perfection...ME

Silence filled the room as he scurried to find the right words to say
...but he couldnt

...he didnt have too.

I understood...

You see... I was more to him than just his muse.
I had become what Mona Lisa was to Michelangelo

...I was .... his MASTERPIECE