when love is vibrant
it paints a picture
that we hang in the
corners of our minds,
and we often view it
with melancholy smiles
long after the love has faded,
and even when we face death
a virulant force that steals
our breath just as much as
love once did, it is then
we study the picture even more,
and cling to the soft strokes
and gentle pastels that created it long ago
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Artis
