Art

My eyes, blinded by illusion,

And love I used to shun,

I hid from the sun,

Against my heart, I held a gun.

As my insecurities turned the soul colder,

I couldn't take it any longer,

Like a suicide bomber,

I decided to pull the trigger.

With a smile as bright as the sunrise,

You pierced open my blinded eyes,

Your soul made up of all the love of the cosmos,

Turned the gun into a rose.

Without a sword, a struggle or a painful war,

You conquered my insecurities,

I shine as bright as a star,

Dreaming about Us in my fantasies.

I wonder what is happening to me,

In silence I hear a beautiful melody,

Even in the cold mist there is a warmth in my heart,

As I saw Us in your eyes and together We are Art.