A Pretty Painting

He likes my yummy brown eyes it's like chocolate

His hazel eyes still annihilate

Poetic words were exchanged

Such a rare thing to find

When wars are things we must fight

Soldiers of doom hide behind the grey  smoke

Who are the ones bequeathed to bring us hope

I don't want to bring us down on Friday

We must address and draw the line on hate

In the window I see swirls of colors that represent love

Black and white

With strength from above

He holds on to her

She presses close to him

Together love is the force that pushes sometimes in harsh winds

Don't let go

I hear the voices in the swirl say

Only God can know

The meaning of truth and justice

Down here we are all clueless

Cherish the day when poetic words are exchanged

They might be the balms on the wounds of the past that seek to separate

Soldiers of good are angels in plain sight

They light the way for the blind

Often found in swirls of black and white

Inspiration can come from the colors of a butterfly

In addition can be found within the core of a human eye

Or a pretty painting with swirls of black and white

Here stands harmony, unity in an interracial mix

In the child with an interracial spirit

In a place of love

Already mixed from above

Follow the light

Find shine through the swirls of black and white

Hate is always fading

Love is waiting

In swirls of black and white sometimes inside a pretty painting