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Several Rainbows

Looking up at the rainbow reminds me well,

All of it is akin to the shades of one person beneath its spell,

A heart in which I fell.

The loveliness it carries and unfolds, 

Is nothing but what I imagine of you.


How can I not admire such grace?

Time itself could never erase. 

The beauty it enfolds, the tenderness it holds,

Are treasures worthy of being preserved, 

Just as those of my beloved.

 

My heart desires equal affection;

Even if it remains elusive, 

let there be the one in me who continues to love.


Admirer I am of the elegance you behold,

Waiting for the moment our story is told,

You are the one I hold most dear, 

Wish for several rainbows, each revealing more of you.

~Zara M.

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