Love In A Gelato Shop

Strange land,

Grips my strange hands,

Winter has become summer,

As Osos still slumber,

She loved in a gelato shop,

Where flavors became the beat of her heart,

Scoops of iced kisses,

Became the cure to her sunburned wishes,

He loved her in a gelato shop,

Where light danced between the scales,

From the weight of the world,

Upon the shoulders of circumference.