molding

you are an artist. you search. you spend your days looking for your mold, looking for your gem. you’re going to make an art. you will find that perfect person - the one to inspire, the one to create, - your muse. you will hold the one you found tight and gently in your caring palms. you will treasure her features, you will absorb and memorize them all. you will learn how she walks, what she loves, and who she is. you will discover her soul. you will study her obsessively non-stop, even in your sleep. you will go deeper and further to unravel who she is. you’ll realize your muse is not that flawless. you will find your muse to hold some traits you do not like. it is ok. you are an artist. she is your art. you will take your mold and you will improvise.  you will work on adding qualities you feel are missing, you feel are wrong. you will mold your muse until you’re satisfied with the result, until you’re proud of your art. you will be content when you can no longer sense the precious tenderness you felt in your loving palms.