Tuesday, September 27, 2005

"Close to The Hearth"

The gods may wish folly

On one so young at heart

And the clouds may sudden gather

In times we are apart.

But winds can change so quickly

In the absense of a love;

Your mind can change completely

When a kiss becomes a shove.

The arms that once surrounded

The warmth of lover's glow

Can turn cold as the Winter

If the heart's own fondness goes.

So, backside to the fire

To take pleasure in the hearth

While red ambers still have pleasure

And the room so cleared from dark.

Time steals those days unthinking.

A clock has not a soul.

Secure your grasp on happiness

Before sad season's cold.



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