If I should give you rainbows, I'd have to give you rain:
There's never any good that comes, without a little pain.
Though there seems so much to lose, there's so much more to gain;
You'll never have a rainbow, without a little rain.
Should I give you a garden, I'd have to give you weeds,
For in among the flowers are all my lesser deeds.
They can't be separated -- it's something in the seeds:
There's never been a garden, that didn't have its weeds.
If I should give you all my love, I'd have to give my heart.
But with a heart come heartaches, and the hurt that they impart.
I've loved you for the longest time, I've loved you from the start.
Never doubt my love is real: I've given you my heart.
The garden is my love for you, grown from simple seeds,
Planted, tended, nourished by both kind and hurtful deeds.
The falling rain is teardrops, shed in caring pain,
To refresh the flowers of your soul, and let love bloom again.
The rainbow is a ribbon to wrap around your heart,
To hold together pieces, when it would fall apart.
All these gifts I give to you, I give because I care:
All these gifts are token of a love beyond compare.
