The Hearth 's Glow
The world outside is sharp with bitter cold,
The frost is etching ghosts upon the pane.
The stories of the winter wind are old,
Of frozen earth and grey, relentless rain.
But here the firelight dances on the rug,
And casts our shadows long against the door;
Within the circle of a lingering hug,
I find the warmth I’ve searched a lifetime for.
It isn't in the sun of distant climes,
Or summer days that eventually depart,
But in these quiet, unrecorded times,
The embers glowing deep within your heart.
Let all the seasons strip the forest bare,
It’s always spring as long as you are there.
The Unbroken Thread
I wonder how the fates began to spin,
To pull our separate fibers into one.
Where did your story end and mine begin,
Before our shared adventure had begun?
Perhaps the stars had whispered of this day,
In languages that we have long forgot,
Or maybe we just stumbled on the way,
And tied a clumsy, everlasting knot.
It matters not the "how" or "when" or "where,"
Or if the stars are fixed within the sky;
I only know the scent of morning air,
And how it feels to catch your laughing eye.
The thread is strong and colored deep with grace,
And leads me always to your waiting face.
The Final Verse
When all the songs of youth have reached their end,
And silver starts to edge our tired brows;
When time becomes a slow and faithful friend,
And we have kept the oldest of our vows.
I will not mourn the passing of the light,
Or fear the shadows growing on the grass;
For we have built a beacon for the night,
That will not dim as all the decades pass.
Our love is not a spark that flies and dies,
But like the ancient mountains, rooted deep;
I’ll find my comfort in your steady eyes,
Before we turn together toward our sleep.
And if they find these lines in years to be,
They’ll know how much you meant to world and me.
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