Love’s purpose is cleansing:
Spilling shades of scarlet
Over every heart’s fabric
That was once stark white.
However, there is beauty in
Hearts still pure, untouched
By the hands of Heartbreak,
Unblemished by Lost Love.
Yet, we were intended to be
Dipped into Love’s palette,
Immersed in its vibrant colors
So that we may bleed out life.
Each dyeing of fabric leaves
Only blushing pink blotches,
The proof that growth allows
A renewed being to be born.