MC 1:14

You are my art, you know? I can write about anything; the way the wind softly caresses the trees or how the stars brilliantly light the night sky above us. But when I try to write about you, I find myself at a loss for words. That is how I know I have found something truly special; that I can be in awe of it, of you, as if you were a mighty waterfall or stoic pine. That I can see the nature within you, and be humbled by it. That all I can bring myself to do is be silent, enraptured by you, and want nothing more than to understand the beauty and art of you.

~Lt