So many ways to describe a person.
Can I call you a painting?
Because the way the light touches your skin can be likened to an artist putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece.
Gentle and feathery strokes.
You are unlike any other canvas. You are alive. Fresh but crisp. Pale but warm.
You are also ice floating on water. You seem to be made of the essence of everything around you. Yet you float on top.
Painting or Ice? Now I can’t decide…