Masterpiece

every time you
turn slantwise
the sun captures
you in a heavenly
painting and the
longer I marvel
at you the more
I see parts of me,
of you and of us
in the pigments.
you with your artistic,
ingenious hands
that grind and shape
me with your love.
who accept the cracks,
mine and your own.
you, who has not
read the handbook
of giving up
and who sometimes
stands in pieces
before his Master
You,
are nothing less
than a masterpiece to me