What Am I?

I am a shadow of my other half
I am born at the moment of similarity
I am a healer of wounds
I await behind a stranger’s face
My value is only truly known when I am lost
Those who find me have found treasure
I am as delicate as glass
I cost nothing but am worth everything
I shine brighter in adversity
I will stitch up your broken pieces


He is Art

When he looks at me
I swear I cannot
warmth radiates through
his smile
and the butterflies stir
in my stomach
I would not dare to
look away
slave to his
bluey-grey eyes
I cannot fathom a life
without hearing
his laugh
I exist with him
his gentle soul
I am home
in his arms,
for he is art
and I am found.