Mona Lisa at Midnight

You.
You are a 
masterpiece 
that not everyone 
can see. 
Like the first time 
you showed your father 
a self-portrait 
in crayon 
and he patted your head 
and told you 
it was a beautiful 
rainbow. 
You 
are Mona Lisa 
at midnight, 
but darling, 
I have memorized 
every 
single 
brushstroke 
across your cheeks 
so believe me 
when I tell you: 
you are more 
than pigment 
on a once-white page. 
You 
are a masterpiece, 
and those 
who cannot see it 
are blind.