A Letter to Love by Unknown

I found this piece entitled "A Letter To Love" by an unknown writer. The art of writing is not dead nor stiffled its just with modern day technology who really WANTS to read. Read this and remember why writers exist. From the authors heart to mine to yours.-K. Rose

A Letter To Love

by: Uknown

 

Dear love how dare you?

you open the minds and hearts of all mankind and you leave them

or you trash the sacred unity that is supposed to just be

how can you be ok with yourself knowing that you kill

you kill hearts and souls and dreams

yet in still you feel so right

you feel so good

that when you do wrong I close my eyes and drift into the tears that you have created

 

dare i question the reasons why you exist

if not for you nothing could make me feel like this

with the pen in my hand I feel like a woman

a woman thats being caressed by a man, a good man

for when I draw

I draw with the sheer force of your love

that sings out for me like Lena Horne over the records that were of

 

love

 

When the paint is in my possession

I drift off into the canvas that guides my brushes and teaches my hands a lesson

The colors, O the colors

are like every emotion either by themselves or mixed for custom

like how I feel when I hear the shutter that captures the moment

that burns vividly in my mind

and still at times

I wonder

 

Love have you ever met me?

why do you know how to drum my beat, or paint my picture or sculpt my heart

Did we meet in silence and you decided to part?

is that the part where my love for this really did start

did you teach me such a deep appreciation without meeting me

so much so that the folkloric funkadelic art inside of me screams to know that any moment

it can vanish

like a thief in the night you just might

runaway with my heart and mind be slow to follow

all because of

 

love

 

Love for my pen, love for the flash, love for the indecent exposure

that has that artist saying "at last"

my masterpiece is complete but it still troubles me

'cause love i dont know you but you for damn sho know me

how can i learn from what I cant see

Do I trust the feel of the fingers gliding across the piano

as if it were his fingers on the small of my back

do I lay still in the night

Reminiscing

While Sir Duke puts me to sleep

Do I smile back at the Mona Lisa who inspires me

or do I paint with the colors that have troubled me and loved me and just let me be

 

Love O Love

Dear Love

Thank you for teaching me