Love is like the colors of a rainbow—
shifting, glowing, never still.
It bends, it shines,
in countless emotions,
each shade a story,
each hue a moment we share.
Red burns with passion,
Orange radiates warmth,
Yellow dances with joy,
Green rests in peace,
Blue holds the trust we lean upon,
Indigo deepens into reflection,
and Purple whispers mystery.
We often begin in Red—
that fire, that spark,
that can't-keep-your-hands-off kind of love.
But fire changes.
It softens.
It glows.
It becomes Orange—
a warmth you can rest inside.
Yellow laughter may quiet,
but in its place,
Green serenity blooms.
Blue steadiness grows deeper,
Indigo invites us inward,
and Purple reminds us
that mystery, too, is part of love.
And that's the truth about love:
it doesn't stay the same.
It grows.
It bends.
It becomes something new.
The colors fade,
but fading isn't losing.
It's transforming.
It's learning to see love
in every shade it wears.
Nothing stays the same—
and that is the beauty of it.
We are not meant to remain unchanged,
but to grow,
to bend with the light,
to let love refract into new spaces.
When we embrace the colors,
when we welcome the change,
the rainbow does not dim—
it shines brighter,
layer upon layer,
a spectrum of devotion.
And the pot of gold?
It's not waiting at the end.
It's here,
in the love we've built,
shifting, expanding, enduring—
a love that glows
through every color of the sky.
Dariii ~ 09/24/25 13:02 pm
