Sitting in front of the fireplace,
Listening to the fire crackel and pop,
Enjoying their romantic evening,
He loves the way she looks in the soft,
Flickering glow of the fire,
Mezmerized by her beauty
He gently strokes her face with his hand,
Then lifts her chin with his finger
and gives her a kiss,
She gently rests her head on his chest
As he runs his fingers through her soft brown hair,
They hold eachother tight,
As they sit and drink hot chocolate in silence
For most of the night, finally she says,
"I wouldn't trade the love that I have for you for the world.",
he smiles and kisses her forehead,
takes a sip of hot chocolate and says,
"I wouldn't give the feeling of falling in love with you
and having that love returned for the world."
Categories:
crackel, girlfriend-boyfriend, lovechocolate, love,
Form: I do not know?
sitting in front of the fireplace,
listening to the fire crackel and pop,
enjoying their romantic evening,
he loves the way she looks in the soft,
flickering glow of the fire,
mezmerized by her beauty
he gently strokes her face with his hand,
then lifts her chin with his finger
and gives her a kiss,
she gently rests her head on his chest
as he runs his fingers through her soft brown hair,
they hold eachother tight,
as they sit and drink hot chocolate in silence
for most of the night, finally she says,
"i wouldn't trade the love that i have for you for the world.",
he smiles and kisses her forehead,
takes a sip of hot chocolate and says,
"i wouldn't give the feeling of falling in love with you
and having that love returned for the world."
Categories:
crackel, girlfriend-boyfriend, love, chocolate, love,
Form: Romanticism
Pogo stick bound for greater heights...
Forever springing up for fancied flights.
An arc intersects for at the meeting...
A much searching trip for learning the role of cheating.
Boing! , boing! , boing! ...
Spring to thee a heartfelt kindeling.
Add more romanceful sticks to complete the whole heart's fires
Rekindling.
Crackel snap and pop...
Am i yet at the place held above the top?
Will i fell to a fast hard landing's flop?
Boom! ...
Clean up time.
There is no failured time or room.
Let's go get the mop up broom.
Go through life and pick up many fallen broken pieces...
To my heart and soul, What may be in life my eventual role?
Let's climb up the ladder's steps and slide down life's slidden down
path to a final succeeding failure.
Categories:
crackel, imagination, inspirational, loss, passion,
Form: I do not know?