Remodel Again Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I want to reinvent love,
let's start off with a kiss.
Look into their eyes
and brush your right
hand up against their face.
Lean in and press your lips
against theirs taking a long
pull of their own living essense.
When you pull away smile
while savoring the whole
exchanged experience.

Love is yourself that bleeds
into another like a flood of
sunlight bleeding through
the curtains in the morning
to wake you up suddenly.
When it is there you will
feel its presence but you
have to be mindful of it.

Love isn't nonsense it is
what the world was made from.
We've stripped it down like
an old painted wall and remodeled
it with the blood of war.
The world was once painted
with the emotions in our faces.
Now it is painted by the treason
of our bullish actions.