The Love of Art
Our love is like a canvas with a billion colors
He’s like the moral conscious to my brain,
and I’m the creative muse to his heart
We cannot be separated,
Because we are only better together
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We are the creators,
Making color from black and white
In our duet, he’s the violin to my piano
Together, we can harmonize for a symphony
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A beautiful piece with articulation,
Soft to the listeners, but striking enough
To capture an emotion
That is love
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Just like an artist cannot draw without a pencil,
I cannot create the dewy grasses on a summers day
nor the cherry blossoms that appear in every love story
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Without love, he cannot express emotion
Instead he is left with his imagination
All thought out precisely, however he cannot draw
Until one day he forgets
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He forgets the painting that never came into life,
The painting that never gave emotion,
The painting he regrets and eventually forget
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Just like lost lovers lose track of time,
One can only move forward due to the push of time
If you asked me if I’d redo it all,
I would say yes because,
What a beautiful harmony we made
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An artist without a pencil,
A pianist without an accompanist,
A hopeless romantic without love
Regret motivates me to create,
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Even if it’s only a world in black and white
Beautiful it may seem,
But something is missing
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And cannot be returned
A piece of my heart broke,
And I can’t find it anymore
Maybe you still have it
❤
