Path of love...

What would it look like for you and I
to walk down a path of love?
What would it take to open that door
that we've been so impatient of?

Could we paint the perfect canvas
or sketch a flawless depiction?
Would it look and sound magnificent
with not a solitary restriction.

Where the stars align in a perfect rhythm
and the walls come crumbling down?
Could we dive in to a sea love
where we could fall and surely drown?

I can hear the star ensemble
and I can see the moon lite symphony.
They're playing a song of deep devotion
with the most perfect soothing melody.

The vision is so overwhelming
yet so vibrant and alive.
It's like standing in a Van Gogh painting
instead of staring from the outside.

In reality it's off in the distance
but the silhouette is bold and clear.
I can see you standing beside me
without an off set brush stroke or smear.

If our path of love was just a painting
we could paint it without the uncertainty of grey.
It would hold the colors of jollity and bliss
and only fervor affection would portray.

If our path was written as a song
it would echo with the rhythm of the moon.
The wind would write the chours
as the rain and sun would keep everything in tune.

But the painting is still unfinished
and the music is still faint and under review.
So our path of love is being orchestrated
and it gives something miraculous to look forward to.

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