Art of Love 

To love is art. To paint on life’s canvass
Different songs: gleeful joys, not so tears,
Wishful smiles, all colors of feelings had.
As strokes of time gliding through dear
Moments, wished upon by hoping heart,
Or sorrow lives, within misery’s comfort.
With possibilities coming, then departing;
And the laughs so brief like sorrow’s hurt.
Unseen, uncertain, timely future refrained:
Blinked by broken visions painted anew
Across further flights of passion sustained.
Infinite tears, with infinite smiles through-
Out life’s canvass, shared by our hearts;
Expecting new wishes yearning to start
today, while tomorrow’s dreams departs:
To dream! To wish!  To cry! To love is art!