Love is like a painting
Each moment like a brush stroke
And life............Life is the canvas
Understand, this painting will never be finished
For it will always change
As the canvas can never remain the same
You must both remember to adapt
Stand back and contemplate
And with new perspective
Your painting, your love
Will remain vibrant and dynamic
This constant vigile
Against the tired eyes of apathy
This gentle persuasion
To the deceptive hand of familiarity
This work in progress
Must never fade, or collect dust
Or live in the cuboard under the stairs
So with this metaphor
May you succed where many have failed
And give hope to those still searching...
Each moment like a brush stroke
And life............Life is the canvas
Understand, this painting will never be finished
For it will always change
As the canvas can never remain the same
You must both remember to adapt
Stand back and contemplate
And with new perspective
Your painting, your love
Will remain vibrant and dynamic
This constant vigile
Against the tired eyes of apathy
This gentle persuasion
To the deceptive hand of familiarity
This work in progress
Must never fade, or collect dust
Or live in the cuboard under the stairs
So with this metaphor
May you succed where many have failed
And give hope to those still searching...