Painting

Good hate is relentless,
It just has to be.

It's constant and seething.
Or it never succeeds.

Hate is like painting
your clear window black.

Each coat after coat
To fill every crack.

But if you stop painting
For even a day

The paint will start chipping
And all fade away.

Hate is created,
we put up the paint
But love is eternal
From scorching to faint.

Love is the light
That seeks out these cracks
Piercing the windows
We've slathered in black.

One day I'll stop painting
But today's not that day.
For now I'm just happy
To find your love's ray.