They say red whispers of passion
and that yellow is for friendship
but when combined to make orange
was then that I found true loves grip
You speak with lovers lips
"If you swear to never leave,
then with slight apprehension
I will wear heart on my sleeve."
I gently whimper on a warm shoulder
as salty tears seap out
knowing orange is forever
never again will I have to fear
A Lovers Drought
for I found you
at the end of my spiritual rainbow
A contest entry
- At The End Of The Rainbow (Rhyme Only) by passim.
1500 points, ended September 15, 2008, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
who says something bigger than us doesn't send true love?
Comments
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A very spiritual poem; loved the last line. Well done
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I thought it was nice and spoke the truth
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