Our love is glacial, and slowly expands
In this new ice age to cover the lands
Which former thoughts had occupied. It sweeps
Down mountainsides with elegance to seize
The lowlands, and its ice-locked matrices
Hold yet uncounted gems within the deeps.
Our lives are shaped by what this love scoops out
Changing the landscape even as it grows,
And in its lovely, twisted, branching floes
I lose all sense of stress, despair, or doubt.
Fear not; though this ice age may wane away,
The glacier will remain with us to stay
For there are mountaintops on which it's based
Which will remain, though lowlands be erased.
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