Paintings Are Words

Paintings are words drawn into color; poems are words we write to each other, lovers are people who'd die just for that extra second with one another, love is my sister, and art is my brother. Stories of love wait to be told, lovers start young, live long, and die old. The pages of my story are about to unfold, I'll write you a script that will carry your soul. I'll take you on a trip to imagination world, where your eyes are the canvas, your brain is the paint, and the world is waiting for what you'll create. Imagination is everything, look around and you'll see, every love story and everything we believe, is painted around, put there to guide us, all it takes is trust, imagination, and a little bit of love. My words aren't my own, they come from the stars, or maybe somewhere else, all I know is it's far or maybe it's closer, maybe it's my heart, but one thing I do know for sure, is this story is about to start. Close your eyes and imagine a world that's free, nothing around you, nothing but you and me. Listen to my voice, my words, and my love, the world is a choice, do what you want. You're in the center of the universe now, you hold the world in your hands; you have so many ideas, so many plans. You hear a voice call from above; it scares you at first, until you realize its love. So now love is with you, what will you do, no one is here but me, love, and you. I take your hand we begin to dance, close your eyes, don't let go as if it's your last chance. Look down now we're flying, we have the world to ourselves, no one is dying, there's no such thing as hell. Only heaven above and it's so full of love, no words I could write, or paintings I could paint, could describe what I see in this world with no hate. Only love, only love. The voice again calling from the stars above asking you questions but it's speaking too fast to catch on. You're not worried though, no, because you've let go. Let go of your heart, imagination and your soul. You're somewhere else now, somewhere made just for you, where everything is beautiful and dreams do come true I'll be your guide, if you'll be my bride, I'll introduce you to love, to God, and never-ending time. On with the story, my imagination's running away, I catch up to her easily and begin to say, where are you going? She laughs, grabs my hands, and carries me away, I look down at the ground, the sky's upside down, love flavored strawberries are dancing around. At the top of the mountain, there's a marching band making the most beautiful sound but there are no people, just instruments, playing tunes that make the stars fall down. Words begin to form in the clouds; I read them out loud, "Love is inside you, look around, look around, Love is the reason the world goes 'round." I take in these words but before I have the chance we're whisked away again and now we're heading towards the Fields of Romance. As we arrive the thorns in the rose fields begin to subside, the petals form a bed and we sleep in the sky. Our dreams are of color, music, and love. The sun comes over the clouds and brings us light from above. Singing, "So Full of Love, So Full of Love.."