If love was beyond a dream
If love was beyond a dream
It would be filled
With art
And poetry
Where beauty
Has no disappointments
Nor misunderstandings
Nor heartbreaks.
Each day
We would paint it in a different way
Without colors as we may
In every way
They would be so vast
And made to last.
With this art
We would not need the use of paints
Nor paint brushes
Nor canvas
Instead, we would project it
With our hearts
And our minds
And create only masterpieces of all kinds.
The world we live in
Would always be beautiful
As colors we would project would be so unbelievable
So much brighter
And so much stronger
Than love by itself
For art by the self would not be poetry
And without poetry, not at all, love…
It would be filled
With art
And poetry
Where beauty
Has no disappointments
Nor misunderstandings
Nor heartbreaks.
Each day
We would paint it in a different way
Without colors as we may
In every way
They would be so vast
And made to last.
With this art
We would not need the use of paints
Nor paint brushes
Nor canvas
Instead, we would project it
With our hearts
And our minds
And create only masterpieces of all kinds.
The world we live in
Would always be beautiful
As colors we would project would be so unbelievable
So much brighter
And so much stronger
Than love by itself
For art by the self would not be poetry
And without poetry, not at all, love…
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