The Rainbow

Some games of words I done elsewhere.

The maiden sits calling out to her people

Making her comments from a high steeple

Claiming no love just a lot of being nice

Yet secretly inside she is thinking twice

Searching the courtyard hoping for a knight

To reach her heart and holding it very tight

The royal clan screaming different views

The word interjections painted in soft hues

The maiden sits watching the blue skies

Hoping for signs while she quietly cries

Fear not my lady there is color in the glow

Answers will come in the form of a rainbow