Love As The Rainbow

What did she want?  For him to announce that she was his and that he would fight to the death for her?  The idea was ludicrous and whimsical, but the wish constantly tormented her.  Day and night, every tear, every prayer, and most every thought centers on this man.  Love pours through her veins, pumping the sheer exhilarating feeling through her heart until she thinks she will scream with frustration.

When she was younger she used to wonder what love felt like.  Was it warm?  Was it cool?  Did it have a color?  She imagined it many things and always knew it was destined for her ... her life journey ... her true destiny.  It was her ultimate and most important search.

And now she knew.  Love felt awful when it wasn't returned.  It runs hot sometimes and icy others.  Love has as many colors as the rainbow ~ yellows, blues, pinks, and greens of bright intensities.

And sometimes it is a dark shadow just out of view.

She remembers her sighting of rainbows ... the magic it feels when one is displayed out of nowhere; how they stretch for miles and miles; and how they look as if they melt into the earth.  She remembers the thrill of chasing the vibrant hues.  She has had a glimpse of what it feels like to lie still and delight in all the pretty colors seeping through her clothes and into her body.  The delight in lying completely still to let the colors saturate her heart and soul.

She still feels this way about this man.  She wants to lie down on the grass, look up into the sky, and let the colors of his love fill her.  Seep into her.  Fill her heart and soul ... as it once began to.  To lie still again and marvel at the magic, the beauty and the intensity of an unexpected saturation of the most peaceful and tranquil moments of her life.

Yes, she wants this.  A life-long want to know.  Yes, she wants this man to declare that he will fight to the death for her ... ludicrous and whimsical as it may sound.  She wants love as the rainbow.