Love is like art.
Intricate. Delicate.
It portrays beauty.
The details. The pastel colours.
It seeks joy in simplicity.
The value. The feelings within it.
It takes time.
It takes balance.
It takes patience.
When it finally blooms
just when the painter puts down his brush
He looks at it,
he stares at it.
A little smile is formed on his lips
and he hears the soft beating of his heart.
