The Art of Genuine Lo❤e

I found a brush and dipped in gold Painted stories that can't be sold Each stroke a heartbeat pure and true A canvas filled with me and you No perfect lines no polished frame Our masterpiece a burning flame We stumble we rise we try to grow A love so raw the world won't know It's the art of genuine love Messy hands reaching above Colors bleeding hearts that blend A masterpiece that has no end No gallery can hold this fire No critic's gaze can quench desire It's flawed and wild yet so complete A rhythm no one else can beat A thousand shades of laughter and tears Etched on the walls of countless years Through storms and calm the hues remain A masterpiece born from joy and pain It's the art of genuine love Messy hands reaching above Colors bleeding hearts that blend A masterpiece that has no end