Brushing doubt

If I could hold love in my hands,
I'd brush the seeds of doubt away
to bloom elsewhere in foreign sands
and flower in another ray
From that of love. If light was strong,
then deeper, richer would love grow
until it burst and split the wrongs
beheld to us, so we can show
that love is life! And hope and heart
and everything which fills the sun,
so with that fact, if we should part
my love and so my life is done.