This is our love:
we hold it plainly
it is so creamy
it is so smooth.

How we will love
without complaining
like purple straws
and orange fruit.

How we would dream
while sleeping slowly.
How we would laugh
how we would cry.

We smile like moons
with dimples, holey
we are like oysters
we are so shy.

This is our love:
we hold it plainly
within little hands
within petal skies.