Yours Is Love

Yours is the blinding light
when I close my eyes,
the searing pain that never stops.
Yours is the perfect beauty
on the other side.

Yours is love.

Yours is the broken heart
that will never heal,
the loneliness that goes on and on.
Yours is the beaming smile
that’s always there.

Yours is love.

Yours is the proof of God
in an empty space,
the fractured bone of disbelief.
Yours is the magic trick
that disappears.

Yours is love.

And when this darkness is too much
and the devil I despise.
Yours is the blinding light
and the broken heart
and the beaming smile
and the proof of God
that reappears
when I close my eyes.

Yours is love.