We sit by the fire,
Nearly hand in hand.
As the wood shifts,
A spark flies,
And all of the fire's everlasting glow
Seems to be reflected in your eyes.
We sit so close,
Yet we are too far apart,
And still searching for you
Is my wandering heart.
I reach for you,
But you pull back.
You seem to be covered in an icy band.
Maybe it will be melted by the fire,
And you will see my heart's desire.
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Poems of Life
PoetryThis is a gathering of poems about different stages, kinds, and experiences of lives.
