Love is the paint and we
are the paintbrush. With
every brushtroke we are
artists of the heart. Let
us leave not one drop of
love unapplied. Love is
not just that we want to
be shown that we are
loved but love should be
our desire to show others.
Who are we if we were
to hold back what we were
meant to give? Colors in
which we are able to paint
within this world, across
the sky of another's heart
be that usable paintbrush
and not just one upon
the shelf to remain or
within the package it
comes in. Love is
powerful, a movement
we choose to be a part
of. I believe it is our
duty to give it. Love
is light and we are to
be the painters of light.
Love is where we take
it, leave it, and place it.
Wide the canvas before
us all our days. Love,
the coloration of the
soul at its brightest
shining ever so deeply
in the moments it is
given to another in
expectation of nothing
for it is knowing love
is a gift and a gift the
heart desires to give.
In that we were created
we were created to love.
♥ Dawn
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