When Love is Written

Let me say, love's last say is love,
When it hurts, it's healed in love!
When it doubts, it's cleared in love!
When it speaks of hurt, it's heard in love!...

Why do you wipe my heart's pain off,
With your tears on your flesh that I wrote?
As if you want every poem to finish,
With a line to a joy in the pain of every love!

Just you've turned a page in your diary of life,
To write on it every word we learned!
What we did when we fought for a word,
That we forgot, was that the word love?

As you stand at our booth to look,
For a sky with the stars that we found,
Can you feel my oily fingers on this canvas,
That we ever readied to color our sky,
With a deep blue and a red of love!