You're meant to be loved like masterpieces,
Framed, Polished and Flaunted for the whole world to see your glory. Because I'm just another admirer.
To me, you're the most exquisite, intricate and complicated puzzle ever. And I don't want to figure you out , I don't want to put all your pieces together. I love every single piece of you when they don't even make sense because I know, if your pieces can make me go haywire, I can't imagine myself with the entire puzzle.