My Girl

It could of been her hazel eyes that burnt like copper gold The way her hair of golden blonde shone vibrant, strong and bold Maybe her lips of ruby, scarlet rays of fire Her radiant disposition Like the sun ascending higher It could of been her sadness How it exploded into fun How her happiness and sorrow Entwined easily into one Her tears were like the rainstorms Her smile like the sun A rainbow of emotions That urged her spirit run Capturing her beauty was impossible you see For rainbows hold elusiveness A form of chemistry The way they form the perfect arch The way they tend to bend Yet once the rain has left the sun The rainbows reign must end Some people say she found her gold She reached her secret place Some say that she was born to live in this kaliedoscopic state But I say she was my rainbow Like a portrait in the sky For whenever storm clouds gather I know my rainbows real close by