Love can be many things, but what matters if, in those moments, both hearts are thrilled.
|Matters of the Heart
We've kissed that’s all that matters;
So one would think,
Time brought still - a moment’s measure:
Compare what the gods made
For their pleasure;
Their best cannot be deemed a trade,
Were it not for our pillow of conversation;
Or the flat beds of email sheets,
We would compromise our love;
We would shatter our sporadic retreats,
Make our lives less sweet:
And in this colony of penguins;
The cold is a gathering force,
Where we kiss for all that matters.