Each artist has their own unique touch
Their own interpretation, that means so much
Each canvas, a new reflection of me
A different perspective, for all to see
One artist sees me as strong and bold
Another, as fragile and delicate to hold
One paints me with vibrant hues
Another, with soft pastels, so soothing and muse
Through each brushstroke, I see myself
In different forms of beauty, on the shelves
I am a work of art, in each creation
A subject, but also a muse of inspiration
I am seen through different eyes
Each artist, their own unique prize
Their depictions of me, a treasure trove
Of beauty, and self-love, to be constantly wove
So let the artists continue to create
Their visions of me, let them be fate
For in each painting, I am truly blessed
To see myself, in different forms of beauty, confessed.