You sit there snuggled in candlelight.
Everything’s abliss, this book in your hand.

And you’re smiling, your head filled with wonder.
This book is painted with beauty.

Because there is beauty in love.
And pain, and joy and tears.

There is beauty in life.

And as you are still,
Your mind is racing, running,
Your heart soaring,

Your soul free, unrestrained, joyous, jumping,
Stumbles.

And you feel pain.

But that’s okay.

Pain is only learning, and what matters,
Is at the end of it all,
When you look back,

Count the stars and watch your crinkles,

Your mind is filled with beauty.

Life is only as painful as you make it,
And if it hits you, you know it’s real.

And then you discover.

So hold these pages,
And paint them with your love,

The words are mine,
But the mind is yours.

18.06.2021