My Storm and My Rainbow
Life was monochrome and you came with your pallet and brush to help me see the colour. There was a rhythm and you upset it. My metronome is broken, so I'm offbeat and I love it. When I'm sailing, you're both my boat and the wave that capsizes it. You're my candle to see by and the breath that snuffs it out at night. Darling, you're my storm and the rainbow that comes after it. You're my pen and my reason to write with it. The world and the only person worth saving it for.
There's this big mess that I know I should hate but I'm taking it in stride because you taught me how. Clutter and chaos are my peace and order. And even if I haven't perfected my technique, you're always teaching me. The dull sounds of my life are becoming a melody. Mistakes and pain are the harmonies because you are the conductor, the composer, the one who raised me from the dead. You're a leader of an army, but you're so much more. You're a person. The greatest person I know.