Michelangelo
She is a deciduous tree Shedding her skin like leaves And she believes In the process Even when it causes her distress Hands like Michelangelo Chipping off pieces of limestone And watching them shatter at her feet Hoping that someday her masterpiece Will feel complete She's spent years perfecting Each seemingly jagged edge Waiting to put her work on display Until she felt okay With the results Seeking consult From third party objectives Trying to round out her perspective And I am just an onlooker I've traveled hundreds of miles just to look at her To stand at her feet in silent wonderment I am but a servant To a work of art with sweeping admiration in my eyes And looking at you I could cry I could let myself go And I know You are struggling through a perfectionist's curse And when it hurts To feel you haven't reached that finish line quite yet When your struggle for self feels infinite Know that my affection is too And my strong and gent...