Our Love

Trouble, how would I define our love?

Probably like a vintage lantern.

It just feels so right within my life

Yet is not without worry, concern.

The flame is safely fueled, contained,

Burning steadily as a beacon.

The glass has layers of grit and grime

Points that this could be for a season

We are working on healing, fixing,

And cleaning up our lives together

Perfection - not with our history!

Jointly sharing with one another

The flame is not super bright, nor burns hot

Holds not the danger of flying spark

Just consistent warmth - steady and true

Safe for me - a difference so stark!

Every now and then, we both struggle

Trusting this - try blowing out the flame

The flicker reminds me that our love

It could depart as fast as it came!

We both hold the lantern cautiously

Both knowing how fragile love can be

Both feeling home is where we both are

Jointly guarding from powers that be

We might end up getting thrown away

vintage treasures ending up as junk

But we treasure history dearly

So lantern, ship would have to be sunk

Maybe? - we do not know the future

For right now though, we hold our love safe

Securely protected from alarms

So glad our love, lantern is kept safe.