Hues Could Not Do

What wisps of waves of lines on a page could illustrate such an affinity?

Truly as I love the world; its cosmos and infinity. Coming to mind is matter, at hand, and deeper still are the particles orbiting one another forming when the slightest delve of consciousness is applied to them, making solids. Lovely light acting as a wave when our sight says "goodbye", loosing everything’s definitive shape as we turn a blind eye, or our cheek, and it makes my heart abound at this previously unfeasible principle; for it is all for our sake.

To kiss this canvas with such a unique amore, I would need a cysteine ceiling and much more to depict the very lift of my spirits when I break existence down to its basics. Understanding drowns me and lustfully ill take it, gulp it in, embrace it when it grasps me as a whole. Finding meaning in what matters means the world matters to me and so;

I can claim no greater love than this.

To paint it though, I wonder if my very being could be my medium and my actions and thoughts the hues and shades.

Let my will be my paint brush and each brush stroke is my every day; but you wont see it like most pictures, because it is the biggest one.

. So when I die and the paint runs dry, at least I’ll know what I’ve done.

So much beauty never to be viewed for truly

It is more than eyes could take,

My love eternal for eternity,

And my heart will never break.<3