masterpiece

I’d never take you to a museum how could I stand before painted skies and carved marble while the finest work of art walks beside me? The canvases would fade into whispers, the sculptures into shadows, for every gallery would lose its meaning the moment you turn your face toward the light. Why wander halls searching for beauty framed in gold and guarded by silence, when I have already found a masterpiece that breathes, laughs, and steals my focus? No museum could hold my attention not when you exist.