We’re Snowed In, Love

Snowed in bistro

We’re snowed in, love, the world is white,

mistakes are drifted in tonight;

our slate is cleaned, the past is dressed

in whitewashed grace – so be at rest.

Blunders wear refinement’s shawl,

faux pas flaunt finesse, as all

our errors lie beneath the snow;

let’s start again, and let yore go…