She loves me

Days are happy, days are gay
Beneath the tree, there she lay.
For fulfilling the warm behest
I tried very hard
But never could fulfil.

I came sadly; gave her none
She was never that sad before,
Feeling so much guilty of her sadness,
Never could I tell her of my feelings,
That there was a story behind,
As I knew she would never listen
And regard it as stupid talk.

But suddenly came a hug from the back
Filled in everything I had lacked
Love was never so sweet  before
There standing on the ground
feeling as if in the sky I soar.

I turned back to see
whom the love was from
she stood in front of me
As if a rainbow after a storm.