a new picture

love has an interesting way of illuminating one way and darkening another.

i see a new picture bright in colour,
lighting the way like a burning fire.
sitting in a chair understanding the tears,
laughing at the lies circling the skies.
i can see that your blind only waiting for a sign,
as the pain of this world stings our soul.
i see through it all to find you as a whole.
hate is the torture of this world.
love is the power.
as i watch you there,
to see only love within,
compelling me to find the heart for him.
finding it hard understanding your mind.
left in the back to search and find.
i care for, i think more.
you are the center of my creativity,
lost in a world of inevitability.