Ode to Art

O gentle Art!

My one true love,

Each day I pray,

The gods above,

Would let you know,

Just how I feel,

Each time a glimpse

Of you I steal.

O darling Art,

I look at you,

And wonder if

You see me too.

O If you only knew

The time I’d spent,

Observing you

To great extent.

O cherished Art,

I’m always there,

At the gallery,

Were you unaware?

I've stared at you,

With adoring eyes,

And probed for meaning

In your shape and size.

O beloved Art!

I beg of you,

Reveal to me,

Your hidden truth.

I need to know,

What hides behind,

That chiseled mask,

And sculpted mind.

O glorious Art,

I must know more,

About your past

And inner core.

Give me context,

And show me style,

Explain to me,

Your inner guile.

O mild Art,

What would I do

If I could never

Look at you?

You flood my thoughts,

And fill my dreams,

In ever-flowing,

Brush-stroked streams!

O wondrous Art,

You touch my soul,

You give me peace,

And make me whole.

The feelings you

Instill in me,

Are like a boisterous,

Raging sea!

O treasured Art,

So near my heart,

Don’t ever let us,

Be apart.

And one day soon,

You’ll come to learn,

How much for you,

My heart does yearn.

O dearest Art!

I love you so,

You warm my heart,

And make it glow;

No matter where

You may reside,

I hope you know,

I’ll be close by.

O precious Art,

Come home with me,

You’d look your best,

With me, you’ll see!

I have the perfect

Place for you,

To complement

Your shape and hue.

O tender Art,

I must confess,

I love you more

Than I can stress.

Now don't be scared,

I mean no harm,

Just follow me,

There's no alarm.

O faithful Art,
You must be mine,
I have to have you,
--Yes, it's time!
There's no denying
I'm your fate,
And that we, dear Art,
Make perfect mates!

This is Art, he's a gallery curator.

**In case you haven't figured it out, this post was a bit of a joke and obviously an attempt to play on the word "Art".  Art is not a real person, nor is he a real curator (though I suppose somewhere in the world it's possible a man could exist with the name Art and also be a curator,  but I am certain THIS guy isn't him).  I also realise my poem is quite terrible and that it is worthy of the utmost criticism.  However, since I've never claimed to be a poet, I won't apologise for creating the awful thing either.