love was built through cookie cutter afternoons spent picnicking in the meadows of our flowering backyards, slender glasses dripping from lazy hands and rich wine slipping down gentle throats. this love was cultivated in grassy fields where we frolicked innocently as children and grew up like adults and finally—finally—met as lovers. you are the earth and i am the sun and together we grew the flower of our love, an undying bloom of whispered summer kisses lingering and winter storms that end in velvety, chocolatey apologies.