Our Love is a Painting
Our love is a paintinga beautiful mass of colors
created with care
and wonderful to look at
but thats it.
An entertainment piece
a picture with no feeling,
a picture unmoving, unchanging.
Our love is a painting
and my soul is held fast by the brush strokes
The strokes of red, blue, green, and yellow.
An incomplete painting
for without your soul
it will never be.
Lend yourself to my brush
let your heart guide my hand.
show me YOU
show yourself to me,
and become a part of my painting.
Let your soul melt
with the colors of mine.
Let our paint mix
let the painting become a masterpiece
Let our love grow,
Give in.
Let it be a painting that goes down in history
Let our love become a beautiful painting
of two,
no longer one.
Poetry by Rhia
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Written on 2006-03-07 at 03:12
Tags Love  Painting  Let 
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