Sitting here looking at various paintings, drawings and pieces of art. The smell of coffee from my cup soothes my senses. The touch of abrasive old paper sends comfort to my fingers as I traced the paint that is protruding from it. I hear an old love song playing from one of the rooms. Its melody slow, relaxing and I thought this world is filled with beautiful creations made by humanity. I sip from my cup and enjoyed the creamy hot coffee that I made as it touches my lips and I thought what a great relaxing day. I suddenly remember you for some reason. As I thought of you and looked at the various works before me, one thing was made perfectly clear. All the arts that ever created and will ever be created will never be able to compete to how beautiful you look. I do not believe that will ever change.