The Arc Of Our Covenant Poem by Jean Renwick

Your love is like a blood red rose
Ne’er a perfume so sweet.
But when comes the time to surely grasp
A vicious thorn doth meet.

Your love is like bold orange strength
That burns as if it must.
But when pared down to the very bone
All that’s there is lust.

Your love is like a yellow sun
So brightly does it shine.
But when hardship rears its ugly head
The clouds become all mine.

Your love is like the fresh green grass
Where nature parades her beat.
But when entwined us two, to grow
The passion finds retreat.

Your love is like the smooth blue sky
A peace beyond the senses.
But when past the first struck beauty
A certain tumult commences.

Your love is like royal purple cloth
Oh so rich and strangely full.
But when the search for depth begins
‘Tis wondrous you’re there at all.

Your love is like the pure white snow
Innocent, light and fleet.
But not forgetting it blankets all
And hides with oft’ cruel deceit.

Your love is like a coloured rainbow
It may arise o’er any place.
But when there’s need of solidarity
Has Janus as many faces.