Things you see in art museum: a short, sad-ish poem

[Purplehorse]

She was perfectly beautiful, but not in the way a woman is beautiful.She was like a diamond or a flower, she was not one anyone cared to love. They wanted her just to have and show off like an item. Or those few that did try to love her, could not, for who has the time (or the sense) to just love someone if you're busy trying to deserve them? No one could match her perfection, when she lost hope she faded away like a rainbow, more and more with time, but still she has not disappeared forever, she remains, patient and hopeful, she waits for one who can love her and her perfection, as the flawed love despite their imperfections

[Raneth]

As this is original poetry, I've moved it to the Parlor for you.