Prose : Treat Beauty as Such


The allegory about us isn’t clear because there are pieces missing.
We have to make sure life will be as easy as it can be.
Time is of the essence, so they say, and holding onto ‘Right Now’ isn’t worth much when compared to youth and freedom.
Your beauty has captured me but instinctual hesitation is asking for more.
It’s asking for the security of happiness.
Trying to mold life-long joy out of loneliness and a wretched past won’t produce valuable art, which you are without me.
And, who would ever throw paint on a masterpiece, which you are.
Let’s place you in the right hands because I love you.