The artist of love

A remake of an old poem of mine

The wind of our anger blows
The colors of life shows
On the canvas of my heart
We pull and pull till we pull apart
We spill the paints and make a fine mess
Trying to fix things under duress
 

Then the Artist of love, he came
And with his beautiful artistry
He brushed away the pain
With gentle, soft brush strokes
The mess is beautifully blended
And with His tender, caring touch
My once broken heart is mended


White tears and red anger
blend to make pink
Black hatred and blue
sorrow blend to a dark ink
So when I feel lost and at
the end of my rope
I look into my heart’s canvas
and find a ray of hope
  

 

 

Reviews

[deeps]

I can feel the emotion you put into this.
Verl well expressed. Wonderfully written.