Fire

Enjoy

The fires are burning out,

Growing cold in my mind

And while you’re gone away,

Through the tears I’m almost blind

Thick blankets do nothing,

To warm me at night

And the largest camp fires,

Cannot bay the cold with their light

What I need are your hands,

Held tightly in mine

And a place to lay my head,

And finally close my eyes

But then you tell me that you love me,

And everything’s okay

I hear the softness of your voice,

And I can make it through the day

Author's Note

Just something else I came up with. I just kind of thought it up. :D

Reviews

[roy mccarthy]

it's a happy love poem,
good job,
flows well too!