This week has been quite cold and on a couple of occasions I've had to light a log fire. Yes I know they sound romantic but when you've got to clean the grate out on a cold winter's morning, there's nothing remotely romantic then. Apart perhaps for the memories of the previous night!

At The End of The Day

By blazing fire in ingle nook
A single glance was all it took
We sat in cosy comfort there
You held me tight and stroked my hair
Your sweet warm lips were next to mine
Our kisses tasted just like wine
In that precious moment time stood still
The slightest touch gave us a thrill
Without so much as a word was said
You took my hand and we went to bed
We knew there was nothing more to say
At the perfect end to our perfect day

©Marian Barker

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