Painting Poems

Under the mountains that tower in the sky
And beneath the painted forest

Lies a lit little cabin.

Now in this cabin so cute and quaint

Is hope and happiness and euphoria

Deep inside it’s heart.

Now some say the road goes ever on and on

I say that’s true

But at the end of the day when rest is all one needs

Turn to the lighted cabin.

 

“I love you,” said he

“I love you,” said she

The time was over

The war was over

Just him and her for as long as love lasts

Together

Though covered in scars from physical pain and emotional

Though tattered and worn and thrown and torn
The love that is shared is neither broken nor scarred

Love is not an emotion or a feeling

It is a way of life.