MC the FURT

"It's snowing again, how many years has it been?"
The same old words we trade, a ritual we spin
Like the silent falling snow, soft and light
A world for just us two, calm and bright.

Even in the gaps where the conversation breaks
The trust we’ve nurtured never fades or shakes
It’s rooted here, in the quiet we share
A bond built on years, suspended in the air.

No, it’s not a heat that burns to the bone
Nor a freezing chill that leaves us alone
What we’ve discovered, through the highs and the lows
Is the Optimum Temperature, where the spirit grows.

We’ve discarded the fire that turns all to ash
And shed the bitter cold of a heart’s frozen stasis
Knowing the "like," learning the "hate," realizing the love
A cycle of truth, a metamorphosis from above
We understand it now, without a single word
A feeling so deep, it’s felt but never heard
Learning the weight of the "somehow" and "why"
As the seasons of our life steadily drift by.

Fumbling in the dark, those days of head-on collision
Now they’re just memories, viewed with clear vision
We wounded each other, we crossed the jagged line
But we overcame it all, making the bond divine
We’ve grown stronger together, piece by piece.
And connecting two stars through their very existence.

No, it’s not a heat that burns to the bone
Nor a freezing chill that leaves us alone
What we’ve discovered, through the highs and the lows
Is the Optimum Temperature…
Something that bridges even the galactic distance
Connecting two stars through their very existence.