Then Love Is Lost

My love for you is a wonderful painting
Which hangs in the gallery of your heart
And where you have turned the canvas to the wall
For fear of beholding its beauty
You possess it
Yet can't appreciate or understand it
Although it is love in its simplest form
Unconditional, uncompromising, unending
Turn the canvas
Let the light shine upon the face of love
Take in the serenity and Grace
Touch the painting - touch my face