Under rainbows

You make me want to be sweet with you.
We'd make love and you'd never come 

But you would know I loved you.

You make cows browse the meadows

Under rainbows ravens score 

Cloud cover till the rain wears you again 

Like a well tailored suit, fit for a funeral.

You'd let me be cruel when I knew

I should have been gentle.

You're the single flower in a field not tended 

   to

And the belly up side of a love of mine died

Years ago renewed.

You're somehow special at the same time 

Being the same old you.