They were on the fishing boat’s fantail,
and he was having difficulty
lighting his cigarette in the sea breeze.

Remember the scene?

She opened her coat for him
and he quickly leaned in,
using it to block the wind.

Is that when they started to fall in love?

Except, I don’t know if we start to love,
or if it’s just there in the heartbeat needed
to open two selves, to guard the flame together.