Rainbow

• Calvin Tua, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

I'm the frigid winter and she's the heated summer
Not a lot of people see the way we see each other
Our connection is frail, it would collapse if it grew stronger fast
Though it causes complications, we're opposites that attract

Her ways have them gather, mine wash them away
She increases colours for them, I have them lost in grey
They want her around more, they want me to leave
Even plantations visit their demise when I'm visiting with breeze

They're all misinformed by my inclination to protect
They believe I thieve their happiness to make a mess
But she's depressed, I'm sheltering her sadness
Her tears drop through me, which make my soul hoary

They're mistaken, and we're misunderstood
The erroneous assumptions about my love for her are destructive
But we neglect the encircling comments and love each other more
Because there's no disturbance of our love, just vivid colourations