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not just a sexually explicit display
love is an art that paints black and white into gray
i can't wait till the day i meet you under skies that are blue
when i close my eyes the only thing i see is me and you
in my head till i go to bed
the love we share is true
and the only person i need in this world is you
the art of love
a love on display in streets
a love that paints itself in the night and day
people just walk by and remark
on how they can see each other in our hearts
in the park
our eyes staring at each other
so strong the glare we give
mesmerizes the spectators gives another reason to live
a love so pure a love that makes the weak sick
a love that entraps others in our atmosphere so thick
thick our love that makes our flexibility seem like a brick
a friendship unbroken like the diamonds hidden deep within
hearts gleam like the moon out in the afternoon
the only beauty in the ugliness of it all
and like art this love will never fall or fail
because our hearts aren't frail
like an emotion made jail, trapped
with a ball and chain under a spell
except this isn't like hell
for we exhibit the divinity of those who cannot seem to dwell
it's just so damn swell
and well...this love is so strong it leaves me speechless but when i can talk
it makes me stu stu studer
and sometimes i i like to think u came from above
because that's the only way i can explain the art of love

inspired by Shihan a poet from L.A. i heard one of his poems called "this type love" i was around 16-17 when i wrote this he was in poetry def jam so i'm sure you've heard of him

-by Mike Hernandez aka Dirtflake