To hold you in the morning

Is so important to me

To lay beside you in the evening

and believe that our love is what it should be

I need the things that love can bring

with them I will soar like a seagull over

a shimmering sea

But all love seems to mean is pain

Losing a sunny day torrents of rain

And then there is the rainbow...

Oh, yes, that rainbow...

©1997 Michael Meade