Like almost everything

Else ever imagined

You did appear

As something grand

Much too large

To understand then

At first glance

So I sat

And simply gazed

At you studying

As one does

With a Ruben

Or a Seurat

Piece by piece

By peaceful piece

Until I understood

That somethings aren’t

Meant to be

Mine but rather

Only ever known

From a distance

Thereby letting you

Go to be

A masterpiece to

Someone that can

Display your beauty

In a hall

Grander than mine