Rainbow

We met in the early spring
Under a rainbow's wing;
Talked for hours on a swing-
Love is a beautiful thing.
Love lives and love grows-
A secret everybody knows;
Yet it can also die and go
Away. They told me so
But I was too young to care,
Too in love to share,
Thinking it just wasn't fair.
Now I'm living with a tear
In my heart from pain-
I know things will never be the same;
I have grown to hate the rain
For the rainbow always wanes
Just like love and life-
It cut me like a knife
To know I could never be his wife.
How do I still survive?
We meet where love grows,
His grave buried under snow
In the eyes of every rainbow-
Reminding me that love and life both go.