Love is more than a dream,
It’s this high gloss sheen,
Of dreams and beauty that beams.
Why is it though that ours is-
Remember happy times we shared?
Captured moments in glossy fixation.
But they were
Where is it now?
All I have is memories-
Those glossy images of
Wishing these stains were
Like the beauty in the stained glass.
From that one church where we sealed
There, light kisses the darkness away
And I can see the beauty in the
In that Truth.