What you see as cracks in the surface of what could be a perfect porcelain portrayal of wholeness and beauty, I see as the details I would never erase cover or diminish. All art has flaws and it's the only art I can love, a canvas with out mistakes is one without character and meaning, you are beauty incarnate, your mere existence inspires the creation of works in your likeness although they are cheap imitations in your company. You are beholden to not yet you would be willing to put all on the line you hold dear to make a monster who would consume you feel loved, if only it could feel those things and not malice yet you still seek to comfort the abyss, you are a light bringer to all the edges of darkness, you turn a black and white facade into an opals worth of color and beyond, you bring warmth to the cold vacuum of reality, you are the girl the universe forgot and yet you are what gives it light, I see you, I cherish you, I hold you close to my heart, my true piece of art, you made yourself and I cannot look away.