segunda-feira, 18 de junho de 2018

Monetian

I miss love
As a bridge over colors
From a lost vision of Monet.
I miss it as a sickness
And the cure for my afflictions.
I miss the mess my life was made of
When my love brushed through the lines
Without fear of what's to come
And all the joy that filled my time
When all was love
And love alone.