Fire
The early morning sunlight hurts my eyes
I look to the right and see the one i love
I think about how blessed i am to have him in my life
He sleeps so peacefully
And I wish not to wake him
But he smiles softly
His eyes still closed
I wonder if its me he sees
and me he waits to hold
I step outside to feel
The winter wind chill my legs
I slowly walk into the house to find
A candlelit breakfast
With roses of the deepest red
My heart is so warm
And it feels as if
An old fire was
Rekindled in my soul.
By: Sara
