Interpretation

Love is like an artist's palette. The slate is clean in the beginning. Then layer upon layer of trials, heartache, joy and smiles are added which can create such heart-wrenching beauty. The critical eye will only notice the tiny imperfections, but the eye of an Artist will see a work in progress. So beautiful it will rival and surpass the beauty of the Mona Lisa. So now u tell me why are we so critical of those that we love? Why is it so important for us to be the "critical eye" and point out the tiny imperfections instead of looking beyond to see the heart & soul of our nearest and dearest?