Painting of Love

I begged , “Paint me a picture of love”, and he said
Love isn’t flowers or “Roses are Red”
With love the painting is never complete
The picture will change with each person you meet
Sometimes it’s a seashore where peace is the theme
Or sometimes a tempest with passionate screams
Other times dark and depressing and sad
Because you have lost something you had
The colors you use will depend on the way
You feel about love that particular day
I smiled and I thanked him for all his advice
Then filled up with hope, I rolled the dice
I let in a love that wasn’t complete
And started a painting no one could beat

-Rebekah B Jackson-
5/05