wipe the vandalism from my heart.

Love is an array of colours,
Slashed here,
Splashed there,
With utmost delicate care.

An empty heart a blank canvas .
Awaiting colours to share.

A broken heart,
is a canvas of colours,
smeared by tears of pain,
Begging the vandalism,
be wiped clean,
from the heart,
So " Love" can start again.