Fireside Fancies
I'm sitting alone by the flame,
with lonely heart beating your name.
and thinking, my darling, of you.
I tried to enjoy the dance,
in my new gown, ordered from France.
It enhances my eyes of blue.
But no other arms felt like yours,
and all of my partners were bores.
Only your loving arms will do.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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