Her Masterpiece

When he looked into her eyes,
her heart skipped a beat

When he smiled,
she could barely breath

Time seems to stand still in his presence

Every time he touched her,
the orchestra of her heart began to play

Melodies that were calming her,
in ways she could not explain

He was a masterpiece hanging in the art gallery of her soul,
framed in a “rahmen” made of gold

And whenever she missed him,
she walked through her gallery admiring the golden masterpiece

His name crossed her mind day and night

Every word he spoke was like a poem;
A poem no mind could understand
A poem no paper could handle
A poem that could only be understood with the heart

She was glad, 
Afterall she had a golden masterpiece hanging in her art gallery