It was a rainbow
amid the warm summer ray
a blessing, a decoration for an

already picturesque day

 

It was a firework

It awakened, flashing, lighting up the sky

as quick as it came, It left

but the admiration reigned high

 

The honeymoon stage:

everything beautiful

became even more so

and so our love remained; immovable

 

But when the night came,

the days turned dark

it is hard to love

when there was no spark.

 

we were kids.

Kids.

what can we do when things go wrong

besides ignore the inevitable and move on?

 

That’s not what happened, oh no,

Not at all

You taught me how to stay strong,

carry on

 

and so, when I was drowning,

you weren’t a breath of fresh air

you pulled me up,

saved me from despair

 

We were kids,

and yet you took a role, much larger than your own

You helped me from myself

as if you were grown

 

though the spark was gone

and times got tough

you were there, helping, saving,

doing more than enough

 

That was love.

In sickness and in health,

For richer or poorer,

That was the purest form of Love itself

 

For Love is selfless
It cares not whether one, is sick or dying

It endures

It’s endless- it keeps on supplying

 

It is not a firework, or a rainbow

On an already beautiful day

It could be, it undeniably is,

But when that goes away:

 

It is the moon

giving limitless light to the darkest day

It is the salvation of rain

That takes the endless heat away

 

Your love was not greedy,

obsessive or possessive,

it was kind and caring

though I was depressive.

 

And with a jolt I realize:

This is how it should be,

always and forever,

Love should set you free.