Artists and poets and lovers, all three,
Dream of new hope in a land that is free.
The artist, a painter, soon captures the peace,
The poet can find in poetic release.
The joy of a lover enraptured, so sweet,
Makes life in its fullness, seem ever complete.
Artists and poets and lovers, all three
Treasure a blessedness, serenity.
The artist portrays from the depths of his soul
The unspoken word in the poet's control
That gives to the lovers, who tenderly play,
The zest for new life in their quest, day by day.
Artists and poets and lovers, all three
In our hurting world, each one needs to see.
What artists portray is what poets can speak
Of true lovers in love, with love at its peak.
What artists can draw, only poets can write,
But in it, the lovers find greater delight.
Artists and poets and lovers, all three,
All deal with life in its reality.
Each one can delve into fantasy mode
And play in a world that others behold.
Of all the three realms, it's love reigns supreme.
That is a fact, not just some thinker's scheme.
Art, poetry and love are inter-related but love reigns.

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