Fallen Angel

To make Mona Lisa blush and hide her face to ever be called beautiful as she looks upon the new world you create.              
Da Vinci, Michelangelo, how many others desired to trap beauty in stone and canvass,              
never knowing beauty an ethereal animal that dies in the captivity we display as art              
               
Yet I am in awe of this purity inspired singular desire held by overpowering strength to open yourself to the world that will      
change the world forever. A world few will ever see, yet always seek, finding the memory of beauty echoing in Mona Lisa              
               
A world you create, not made by force, not by becoming a shining light guiding others              
but in sacrificing everything for the pure belief that love can heal hearts and minds by simply knowing love is real              
               
I weep with the knowledge I could never give this much and I will always curse myself when my chance to give my all              
came and went without my even knowing this apocryphal moment had passed me by yet            
with gladness that I once had touched the sky