Love.
What is it?
Is it a rainbow?
A light that saves you
In the darkest of storms?

When you give up,
Is it a hope?
Tell me, when you drown,
Is it a rope?

And I think,
The colours, the beauty.
Love.
Is it a rainbow?

No.
No, it can't be,
For love isn't bright,
Love isn't just ecstasy.

It's not a single emotion,
Nor can it be explained.
Only those in love would understand,
Know what it contains.

No, it's not a rainbow
For everyone sees its colours, its beauty.
But love, oh love,
It's only shared with those who see.

Love is a book.
Yes, it is indeed.
For at first it seems new.
And then you start to read.

And you then realize,
It contains bright colours,
More than a rainbow ever could.
But try and show
Your book to others
And you'll see your story,
Your love,
They wouldn't know.