You are my pot of gold.

Some people spend their lives,
chasing rainbows, so I'm told,
they chase them till the day they die,
but never find their gold.

I've never been much for that,
to me life has not been kind,
there seemed no point in chasing,
when there’s no pot of gold to find.

There were no rainbows in my life,
just lonely darkened shrouds,
till a beautiful ray of sunshine,
Broke free through the clouds.

Perfect there in every way,
in a multicolored hue,
that ray of sunshine changed my life,
I see a rainbow now, it’s you.

The clouds now all have vanished,
and warmth replaces cold,
I still won't be chasing rainbows,
for I have found my pot of gold.