Black strokes cover the canvas
While electric cools struggle to peak out
No part of the canvas is left white
Although sometimes I see specks peak though
As it reminds me of the light hand of the artist
Even though the piece is rather dark
Everytime I look at it I see it a little different
The very first time I was in shock
It all hit me at once
Hard
Then later
It seemed to get lighter
The strokes started to seem soft
The canvas started to peak
The colors were brighter
And stronger
My new favorite part
I hung it on my wall
Right in the living room
So everyone could see
I knew no one was going to love it like I did
But it meant so much to me
It became a new part of my life
And one that was so beautiful it deserved to be presented as such
Time goes by and I rearranged my furniture around the piece
Move after move
It stayed
It’s place in my heart was secure
As was it’s place on my wall
It is my constant
I pray this art stays
I pray I love it forever just as much as I do now
I pray I keep finding elements of beauty
But above all
I pray that if I were a piece of art on canvas
You would love me the same.