Dance By the Fire
Dance by the Fire
My dear, my dear, I fear…
It has been years and years.
I will not let that stop me.
The candle in the window is lit.
The children are gone…
home.
The lights on the tree, sparkle.
The scent is a mixture of can pine,
and Golden candle?
(You took me to the candle store…
I tried to pay attention. I was lost, as I will be,
even more so, when you are not here, with me.)
Leave the dishes, I will do them.
I will throw them out. I don’t care.
We will eat on paper plates, or I will buy…
new fine china…
I don’t care, I am Fred Astaire.
Come here my love,
I long to have you in my arms.
The logs crackle down low, but I am not done.
I will kick it back up, unless you are tired.
That is okay.
Then we can dance slower,
and I will hold you up against…
me.
I will never let you fall.
I would fall for you,
further…
If God would,
just let…
me.
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