The crackling embers burn so warm.
We sit by the fireplace during a storm.
Outside the wind howls against the window panes.
The tree branches make an eerie sound like chains.
We are so grateful to have each other.
So we can cuddle regardless of the bluster.
As the storm dies down we inch even closer.
I put my head gently on your shoulder.
All these years of marriage and we still
Make out like kids, we’re not over the hill.
There have been many storms in the past.
Our love is so great and meant to last.
We even find a peaceful way to spend the evening.
Cuddled up close I can hear your breathing.
Remember my love this was destined to be.
We don't really need a storm to be cozy?
© Carol G Oliver
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