I'm a form of art.
An art once you loved and cared
A beauty that you adored and treasured the most.
The masterpiece you hide from those envious eyes,
that keeps on haunting at your door.

Abstraction can't hide its true beauty
for keeping me away became your strength,
Even its surfaces and edges has a wonderful touch of heart;
knocking around makes you sick,
seeing those harmful dust and robbers.

Losing me will...