The picture we paint, the portrait of love. The never ending masterpiece inspirationally painted by the awe-inspired heart. Though this work, so very special and visceral to the soul of the creator, warrants no critique – the critique will come when the portrait is revealed to the subject, the subject of love, who’s definition differs not just in the broad strokes laid by life’s thick brush. Fine lines paved by strands of steeds, formulate the tiny paths of love and understanding perceived by the purveyor of such a personal labor. The thought of the gift, born from love, but eternally lost in subjective interpretation is the definition of the failure of art.
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