In the gallery's embrace, art unfolds,
Yet none as captivating, as my love beholds.His silhouette, a canvas unbound,
Brushed by nature, in perfection found.No marble statue, with cold veneer,
Matches the warmth when he draws near.Colors of sunset, a palette divine,
In his eyes, a radiant shine.Sculpted not by a chisel's might,
But by time's tender touch, each night.The gallery pales, a fleeting gleam,
Beside the living masterpiece, my cherished dream..For in every glance, a tale is spun,
A gallery of one, my only one