On the days that my mind fades and my smile weakens

And patience is a virtue that we have forgotten to keep warm,

I make my way into the corners of my heart,

Wandering through dusty chambers and unswept veins

To find the deepest and darkest crevice in which to rest;

It is here that I sit and unfold our memories.

I brush off any harsh words that have clung to my coat

And wrap myself in our first encounter,

The beginnings of love.

I take out the soft words one by one and watch the curve of your words tremble

As I hold them up to the light.

I flick through the album of favourite moments,

Recall our matching smiles and conjoined hands.

I pick out secret glances and kissed noses from the jumble of affection,

Try them on as if they were flannel pajamas and fur winter coats.

I cradle the glow of shining eyes and flushed cheeks in my hands;

Their warmth creeping into dimples and freckles that have not been embraced or grazed upon in a while.

I hold our love close as I remember, not regret.

Every morning I make my way into the corners of my heart,

And every morning you make your way into its centre,

And every morning I wake up and find that I love you more than I did last night.