Aged Beauty

There was a beautiful painting Sitting high on the wall Painted perfectly Pitching pridefully Partial color Taking time To reveal its true definition Admired by many As guest walk by Astounded By hard work and dedication The effort was less Purity at its best With silence It caress Something royal Like a crest Worshipped everyday As i leave home So precious It could light up an entire room Sing to me A lovely tune Remind me Of why I painted you For years to come Ill pass it off To show many Where you come from An Original With an array Of beauty everlasting Priceless And fragile