The Fireplace

The first poem I've ever written! All criticism welcome...

We live in houses far away

But we share a fireplace,

It was on one summer day

That my gaze met your face,

I brought the wood

And you the matches,

You strike the match and strike it good,

The only way a fire catches,

We start the fire together as one

And tend to it to make it strong,

When finally our work is done

And we sit and watch it all night long

The red flames burn all through the night

When others might be trying to sleep

The gasping embers stay a-light

Burning strong in a hot and flustered heap,

But then the embers start to calm,

And slow but sure the fire dies,

The fireplace, no longer warm,

Left in the cold to wonder why,

Maybe there were water drips

Seeping through the chimney breast,

Perhaps we just neglected it

For which no fire can stand the test,

Either way

Our fire is gone,

Another day

Moves along.

But do not forget our fireplace,

The best place for a fire to catch,

So let my gaze, again, meet your face,

All you need do is strike the match.

Author's Note

This is my first poem so tell me if it needs improvements!

Reviews

[Marie]

You're a really good prose writer.

[Allie Pie]

Thank you... So you're saying I should stick with prose rather than poetry?

[Marie]

You may get better with your poetry. But why bother when you write such good stories?

[Allie Pie]

But I enjoy both! :)