My love

have you ever heard the 

movement 

of the frozen sea?

these things pristine and quiet

still 

cold and unmoving.

until something comes along and melts their icy hearts

then they ache and scrape

and 

moan

for something more

you and i are frozen hearts

battled, breaking, bruised

pushing against rough edges

wearing each other down

to smooth polished stones

in icy waters