'Twas under the rainbow, we first met.

 I was young.
You were older.
By
One
Day.


It started out cloudy.
The weather.
Your mood.
And our relationship.

I was laughing.
You were crying.

He'd left you.

And it was starting to rain.

I offered my umbrella.

You were angry that I had laughed.
And walked on, as the rain started to fall.

Gently at first.
As was my apology.
I held it over your head.

You glared and said, "Why?"

That I'd laughed?
Or that he'd left?

The answer was nearly the same.

You view the world, thorough pink tinted glasses.
To you the world was a fiesta of love shaded in pink.

He couldn't stand your pink view of the world.
Your pink definition of love.

As the rain tamed, the sun emerged, a rainbow framed the sky.
And your tears dried.

I saw the gentleness, the softness.
behind the pinkness, that drove him away.
And my laughter was at his loss.

At you, I would never laugh.
With you, I hoped to share many laughs.
And hugs.
And kisses,
And silent glances.
And intimate moments.
And life.

It was your view of the world,
though pink tinted glasses
that drew me to you.

You came to call me your "younger" man.

And I called you my "ol' lady" in turn.

So, dearest,
That's how it began,
under a rainbow filled sky.