Creation of a Masterpiece

Before the Mona Lisa was painted, DaVinci did not know
the legendary allure of her smile that would follow
and how time would make her beauty grow.

Rembrandt only knew because the devil promised him so
unlike the long overdue appreciation for Van Gogh
like in his insanity, in his grave he will never know.

We are never really aware of greatness in progress
only after century's paradigm of fashionable ignorance
do we begin to ride the bandwagon of mindless reverence.

Traveling among those who are half aware of such presence
beauty suffers degradation from such gaudy acquiescence
under such appreciation, works of art fade to insignificance.

But the colors of your soul, the depth of your smile
smooth lines, soft glows of your face, striking yet mild
mysterious yet angelic, seductive, versatile
perfection has never seen such aesthetic style.

Yet your sculpting is not complete
your true colors have yet to be seen
with all the potential you have to achieve

Though the kaleidoscope of your radiance is already blinding
to be anymore enamored in your presence, I can't imagine
being front row to the conception between purity and perfection.

It is a privilege in this world of stagnant mediocrity
when having the chance to experience a masterpiece
but being a witness to the creation of such symmetry
is a rare privilege of exceptional beauty.

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January 6th 2009
~For Armando~