Blue was the colour of the cup

filled with the icy latte that ignited our spark:

You said you preferred Starbucks to Costa Coffee.

Tartan was the pattern on the skirt that I wore

to our first date in Princes Park:

I was scared you’d think that a punk wasn’t pretty.

Strange, haven’t we changed

From those children stranded in the rain?

Has it nearly been five years already?

I would have never expected to see

a red rose to have found some common ground

with a thorny weed like me.