A painting on the wall

Any self-respecting gentleman love pretty ladies.
To say otherwise is a blasphemy to the Creation of God.
But like walking into a gallery full of exquisite paintings,
Some of them are only meant to be admired, never to be bought.

Because something that looks gorgeous in a spotlight that glitters,
Will lose its glamor in a home lamp that flutters.
And what function can them serve, rather
Than a harassment on a wall so battered?

Not to mention many of them are more expensive to keep than to acquire.

And thus I find content in my admiration,
And keep a healthy distance of my separation
To the crowd that gathered in anticipation
Around a painting in suffocation