Love is compared to a rainbowBeautifulColourfulHaving no beginning or an endBut our love can also be compared to a rainbowBeautiful to the mere manHaving no beginning or an endFor it is non existent.
I was once a flowerBut every time I fell deeper in love with youThe more petals we're stolen from meUntil I was fully revealedAnd I couldn't hide the feelings anymore.
How is it soThat there are two parts of every storyYet everyone seems to always know just oneWhat happens to the other partIs it to be forgotten and justice put to nothingOr does it not matter that the other person is hurtingIt's doesn't matter, does it?
When I behold a forest spreadWith silken trees upon thy head;And when I see that other dressOf flowers set in comeliness;When I behold another graceIn the ascent of curious lace,Which, like a pinnacle, doth shewThe top, and the top-gallant too;Then, when I see thy tresses boundInto an oval, square, or round,And knit in knots far more than I.Can tell by tongue, or True-love tie;Next, when those lawny films I seePlay with a wild civility;And all those airy silks to flow,
Sweet serene sky-like flower,Haste to adorn her bower;From thy long cloudy bedShoot forth thy damask head!New-startled blush of Flora,The grief of pale Aurora,Who will contest no more,Haste, haste to strew her floor!Vermilion ball that's givenFrom lip to lip in heaven,Love's couch's coverlet,Haste, haste to make her bed!Dear offspring of pleased VenusAnd jolly plump Silenus,Haste, haste to deck the hairOf the only sweetly fair!