Love is blue as the sky

But love is sometimes as darks as rain clouds.

At first, it’s mostly blue,

With no clouds, no arguments.

Then as the rain comes, it becomes confusing.

With light gray clouds and small arguments,

Opinions too.

At last, when it has been raining for a while, the storm stops.

Every opinion and argument breaks up like the storm clouds.

And we go back to being loved.

Then the rain will start again.

There is almost never peace.

And we go back to being angry.

But for now, the sky had never looked so blue.