our love

Drifting, falling snow
The palest of white
Soft and cool like your fingers running down my arm
I lift my face
I take the snowstorm in
Our love is the fury in the wind
Biting cold like a knife twisting in your heart
We'll grow old as we refuse to grow apart
Love like winter always melts away to spring
We are stronger than anything

materials used: ink, watercolors, acrylics, a paper bag from the book store, pieces of The Onion, grid paper that someone gave to my mother, old mail, and, ahem, candy wrappers.

lightly referenced from [link]