Rainbows cannot express true colours
felt by anyone reading the letters
from that someone, listing the ways
love commits amity and sets hearts ablaze.
Rain cannot express true emotion,
felt by anyone reading the notion:
that the standard love won't ever last,
but the determination let's love surpass.
A poet cannot express true quotes
of the feeling of anyone reading the notes
of to-do, do, don't do, and I do's
written perfectly, impossible to refuse.
A fire cannot express true warmth,
of the prominent skipped beat when all is read forth.
That letter; sealed and locked away for the last time
has written in it the words you had in mind.
© 2010 The Still Air