The Art of Seeing You

Wandering through the dusty aisles,

Searching for a light that shines,

Something more than just a token,

A gift that speaks the words unspoken.

 

Handcrafted dreams in silver and gold,

Paintings that whisper stories untold,

Every piece a silent prayer,

Saying "I see you" with love and care.

 

Oh, the art of seeing you,

In every thread, in every hue,

Not just a thing to hold or wear,

But a piece of my soul I dare to share.

 

From Tubac’s heart these treasures rise,

Like stars reflected in your eyes,

Wear them close, let them remind,

The love I’ve carved in space and time.

 

Jewelry spun from midnight skies,

Canvas brushed with fireflies,

Not just objects cold and still,

But echoes of my endless will.

 

Home adorned with whispered grace,

Every corner finds your face,

Not just decor, not just art,

But the map of my wandering heart.

 

Oh, the art of seeing you,

In every thread, in every hue,

Not just a thing to hold or wear,

But a piece of my soul I dare to share.

 

Oh, the art of seeing you,

In every thread, in every hue,

Not just a thing to hold or wear,

But a piece of my soul I dare to share.

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