Our Love is cold toes wrapped warm in quilts.
Through breaths of frost we share soft memories,
Of vague childhoods woven smug with silk,
Embellishments of our well-worn stories.

Our Love is flushed kisses on chill cheeks,
Heavy eyes spent from the sun in your grin.
Our Love is slapping life into numb feet,
Goosebumps from cold fingers on peeking skin.

Our love is bad timing and words that slip,
They sit in the corner to forget that,
We are tripping head first into the pit,
But, Our Love is not weak and won’t fall flat.

Because Our Love is silly faults and all,
Great battles may rage but we will stand tall.