Learning the Art of Love
Learning the Art of Love
Learning the art of Love
We search for meaning.
From the stars above and the moon beaming.
It is more than dreaming and is not lust;
More like the Ocean's surf creaming-
Carving a and shaping a beautiful marble bust.
We are learning... the art of love.
The canvas is silky.
The heartbeats of two lovers united-
The colors or their souls,milky.
He feels like he's been knighted
The sculpture of her live,is real
She breaths the same air.
And he inhales her scented nearness.
She does not conceal...His fingers run through her hair.
The Art of Love is learned,
And the emptiness of the past is burned.
