Purple, pink and blue hearts.
Lots of polka dots.
Rainbows, and blossoms arrayed.
Sparkling eyes, lovely butterflies.
Leaves from all the trees.
Burning cheeks, rosy puckered lips.
Chilly hands together.
But even in this weather, warmth.
Longs hours become short, staring in the souls.
Fast beating, no hearts bleeding.
Dancing fires contained.
Gliding fast, passerbyers gasp.
Another two down the slope.
Just another couple? Maybe to one person or another.
But to the two, not just a normal together, but a special close.
Scents, of another.
Aromas of the lovers' happiness.
Smells of all the seasons, but the snowy being the best.
Beneath it all, there is love and a calm.
A blanket of holding love.
Whether physical or not.
Under that blanket they share,
It doesn't matter when or where.
But it does what it's supposed to. Keep the warmth.
Blanket of love? Maybe, perhaps.
But I think they like to call it the love that lasts. <3