Saturday I got my nose sunburnt and today I'm seriously thinking of lighting a log fire. There's so much that I should be doing but could quite cheerfully sneak back under the duvet. Perhaps I should re-word this:
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
To this:
The Perfect 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 start to our perfect day
©Marian Barker



2008-04-29 @ 10:41