Poem for her 637

Dear Readers,


Soft days

The pillows fluffed near the headboard
The lights down low
The dishes of the meal cleared and clean
The fireplace a warm glow
The day almost forgotten outside
The stormy weather quiet and rain soft
The music low but we dance to it slow
The hands yours and mine melt together
That feeling that they have
Flowing slow in our heartbeat
Soul of my Soul we whisper
The room lit by the fire glow
The dreams of snow hung on the wall
Mystery buyer they said
Gift box on porch this morning
Slow dance we do
Kisses soft
Slowly we melt
Into dreams of snow


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.