Love, A Painting

_{I painted love once.}

_{Water colors dripping.   Myriads of colors everywhere.}

_{My canvas’s face changes over time. Each stroke reveals new beauty and sometimes new pain.}

_{Time brings unknown passer byes.  In time some become known.}

_{Others give birth to disgust-jealousy.}

_{Furious envy      disfigures what my art really is.}

_{Distorts Art, opinions, facts, and hearts.}

_{Water colors run}

_{Running reds, boisterous blues, greens of life, yellows of sunshine all mix together.}

_{Distorting my Picture.       I tilt my head for a different view.}

_{Angry heat still steams from their words – from their actions.           Melting my creation further.}

_{You ask me to describe love?  I can’t you see I’ve forgotten what it looks like.  Your hate is too loud}

_{for me to remember what it looks like.  It’s all I see. It’s all I hear.}

_{I recenter drenched in colors. I bathe in my colors and in my light.}

_{Where do they begin and where do I end?}

_{I created love once, can I do it again?}

_{It never really looked like what I imagined. I remember it was messy. It dripped, it was glorious.}

_{Love is glorious and so is this world I’m painting.}

_{Recenter and love. Love, I remember you.}