Rainbow

We met in the early spring
Under a rainbow's wing;
Talked for hours on a swing-
Love is a beautiful thing.
Love lives and love grows-
A secret everybody knows;
Yet it can also die and go
Away. They told me so
But I was too young to care,
Too in love to share,
Thinking it just wasn't fair.
Now I'm living with a tear
In my heart from pain-
I know things will never be the same;
I have grown to hate the rain
For the rainbow always wanes
Just like love and life-
It cut me like a knife
To know I could never be his wife.
How do I still survive?
We meet where love grows,
His grave buried under snow
In the eyes of every rainbow-
Reminding me that love and life both go.

Reviews

[G!o]

Beautiful rhyming. This is a sad writing, i could not catch it well till i got to "His grave buried under snow"...then i heard to re-read it again. At first i thought it was a break-up poem but now i see it's more than that. I hope it's fiction though.

[Sarah Marie]

I'm glad you like it! And yes, it is...I suddenly realized I needed a poem about a rainbow and well this somehow came out

[G!o]

I have a poem too about love called rainbow...cept mine isn't this heart wrenching. Good to see the two sides of rainbow...ying and yang... :')

[Sarah Marie]

lol yay! I will have to check it out! Yes, most people do not except such a happy word like Rainbow to carry such a heavy burden in this

[G!o]

I def. agree with you. I think i'm feeling where your words are coming from, i'm going to read your works a lot...

[Sarah Marie]

Thanks! I really appreciate your review, and I am glad you like it; sorry I nearly made you cry though... :( Maybe if you checked out one of my happy poems, you will smile!