When it rains, it pours.
And it’s cold,
and dark,
and lonely.
That’s how it felt,
loving you - cold, and dark, and lonely.
But when the the sun rose again,
it was warm,
and bright
and loving.
That’s how it felt,
loving you - warm, and bright, and loving.
You were both rain and sun,
you made it rain and shine.
You were my happiness and my sadness.
-M