Woman of Desire
Sitting by the cozy fire
Waiting for my love to show
She is everything my heart desires
Not sure of the embellished mire
The rain goes away with the snow
Hiding the thorny brier
Hymns being song by a choir
Busy people travel to and fro
As I write to her on quire
My yearning for her is dire
And my love for her flows
I am trapped in mire
I watch the blaze of the fire
Burn on heat so low
Letting her know of my desire
Taking in the word of the sire
As he tells me of stories long ago
For him I shall duly hire
To bring my woman of desire
Copyright © Stephani Peralta | Year Posted 2017
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