Sunshine and Rainbows

I know the colour of love

It’s painted a perfect yellow that will stare into the depths of your soul, blinding you with rays of light.

A perfect green that shows you just how perfect these green pastures are and that none else is greener on the other side.

Knowing you will make it through the miracle of you, is the true colour of one’s soul, as it’s the colour of love.

Knowing you will make it through any trial and tribulation that the world will throw on your path of a happily ever after. Knowing that in this human you find imperfect perfection that is molded to fit your side like a jigsaw puzzle.

Knowing that you can dive straight into oblivion and into the arms that fit right around you, capturing parts of you didn't know existed, wanting you to go deeper than you will ever know.

Because when you are about to dive in, you know that if ever you were to hit rock bottom, he will be there to catch you. Regardless of circumstance, you can drift and have one another to hold onto.

Because, although it may seem funny to the person looking in from the outside, hoping to clear the path for your crash landing, you can smile at the desperation they have for your fall, because you have the answers to questions they didn't even know they need ask. Because, although they want you to be their clown, you know that nothing that is of the heart is a laughing matter.

Because, when you need to smile and you can’t afford it, you can point right at the person who can make laughter more familiar than a tear on your face. They will never stop breaking the law for you, turning to dust all that may hinder their path to you. They will never stop seeking the glimmer of your smile, they will never tire of making you laugh and no matter what the dark may look like, they know the light you bring to their eyes.

Because, although people may give a round of applause at the thought of him deceiving you, you can only have the last laugh. Because, in you taking that bow, you know that at the end of the show, you go to those warm arms. As the curtain closes, you envision the life that lays before you, promising nothing but sunshine and rainbows. Talking about girl I love you, you are the one, when he tells you he is sorry, he will mean every letter that makes up the word, s for sincere, o - oh, r – redemption r- regretful y – yearning.

He will tell all the girls no, and it will make him feel good. The pleasure in knowing that his eyes are set for only one girl, that your walls are built high and only he sees beneath your beautiful. Tonight will merge into eternity of contentment. At no point will your voice need to utter the words, “please don’t hurt me” and so you will let him see beneath your beautiful, as perfect as you are.

Because, no matter how high you may fly, he will be your safe landing, because baby since the day you came into my life, you made me realize we were born to fly. All fantasies of love are but visions until they manifest into a reality that has you combobulated between your reality and dreams, because this love is blazing, and you are so high, walking on cloud 9.

When you mad, you make that angry face, but all I see is beauty. And one thing that I do know, is that when you scream in frustration, we will turn those screams of frustration into scream of pleasure that will have the neighbors know my name.

Because I think you are truly something special and just what my dreams are truly made of.

*So into you x Tamia Fabulous