Winter Love Poem by aditi ray

That is when I will meet you
Under the bare boughs of staggering trees
I will not hesitate then
To touch your weathered brow
And perhaps
Kiss your weathered lips.

For I will be the same as you then
Defined by time more than anything else
I will not hold back
Thinking of this and that
And all those other useless things.

If then you should be cold to me
I shall blame it on the season.
You are with the times, I will tell myself
Just as I was
When I had escaped the heat of summer.