Love is a rainbow
By Geertje Jong
If all the colours in my eye could bring themselves to be brought out into a rain and sun spathered sky, how it would show my love for you.
How the smile on my face would widen to the widest grin, and how the flush on my cheeks would speak of the love I have within.
I wish to kiss the contours of your sensual lips. The same curve I have been watching for so many months. From winter to summer and back again. You gave me the smallest hope that you too were close to getting near.
So what changed? which gremlin spoke into you ear?
For it was not to be, not you not me, together to watch the sunset, the moonrise, the rain splash on our window, whilst inside the warm and cosy room we would make our love come true.
But each and every day I watch the sky, keeping my keen eye on the rain and hoping for the shimmer of the sun to make the rainbow appear, to let the maybe of our love come close and for my sight to splash onto the flawlessness of the approaching night, to keep you in my sight.
I love you, all the colours in the rainbow speak off the shades in which the love I have for you spread on the horizon.
My rainbow is love.
My eyes are love.
My heart is love.