I can see the rainbow from where I stand,
Shivering in the heat of your absence,
With your floral promise in my hand, so ready,
Ready to blossom with the spring, I grasp,
Grasp you tightly with my heart, with a
Stubborn sort of beauty, I cling, holding you
By letting go, twirling to the pot of gold,
The lovely little lady in me, fluttering for
The spice of life, of love, of secrets never told.
I hope you feel this too.
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