Some say love is simple.

Some say love is hard.

Some say love is exquisite.

Some say love is cruel.

I say love is the art,

The art inside of them.

I love the textures in their hair.

I love the tones in their skin.

I love the colors in their eyes.

I love the curvature of their nose.

I love the warmth of their lips.

I love the point of their chin.

I love the sound of their voice.

I love the depth of their heart.

I love the strength of their mind.

I love the tranquility of their touch.

I love the intensity of their embrace.

I love the fire in their soul.

I love every color shade of their being.

I love the masterpiece.

And like all works of art,

They must be named.

Some call them, “Stupid.”

Some call them, “Weird.”

Some call them, “Dazzling.”

Some call them, “Kind.”

But me?