I look, but I’m not sure I see
The outer surface, the temporal illusion
I want to see more, to see the atomic layer
But I don’t know how to love enough
To see each atom and how each atom moves to become you
To let my eyes and soul absorb your energy
So I can view you more clearly
But I don’t know how to love enough
Van Gogh didn’t paint sunflowers, cherry trees, and night skies
He painted love. He could see all the way to the soul.
He saw the atoms dance in those sunflowers, trees, and skies.
Van Gogh knew how to love. But I don’t know how to love enough
I try to look, to see, to connect, to understand
What I create is childlike, lacking depth and emotion
My love is still in its infancy, simple and plain
When I look at Van Gogh’s painting, I know there is more
I want to learn how to love enough