After the storm
A rainbow appeared
Brillant streamers formed

And as they neared
I rushed to find
A pot of gold
It's at the end
I've been told


But when I peered
Into the potted vase
I looked upon your
lovely face


With hands extented
I pulled you free-
Of all the gold
YOU MEAN MORE TO ME!

~John-Paul~


Written: May 2001

Arranged with much love: Rachel

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