Our love is like a faded quilt,
Comfortably warm,
It folds us in.
Its patchwork,
Our memories
Of blues,
Pinks
And grey.
Knitted together,
We are strong,
If in places,
A little frayed.
But,
I know
that if I died tomorrow,
I'd be happy
To live within it,
Forever.
*This poem won a 'Masterpiece Award' - Given by the 'Poetrypoem' web hosts. A small thing, but lovely that so many people liked it.
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