Fireside

                             I’ll put a log in the fireplace.
                             Will you pour us a glass of wine?
                             We'll relax on overstuffed pillows,
                             smell the scent of burning pine.

                             Leave stress and hurry behind us.
                             It’s the time to let worries lie.
                             We’ll watch the constellations
                             appear in the darkening sky.

                             Magic, your eyes by the firelight.
                             Warm, your smile as you hold my hand.
                             Tell me your grandmother’s stories
                             of a nearby but distant land.

                             We communicate in silence,
                             stars reflecting within your eyes.
                             Soft and gentle, your fingers.
                             Delightful, the sound of your sighs.

                             Stories of us to remember,
                             our stars melting gently above.
                             Never before have I felt such joy
                             as our presence together in love.