They say wood for the fire,
it warms you twice.
Once when you chop the wood
once more when you burn it
on your fire.
Your love it
warmed me once
and now
in the memory of it
I feel that warmth again.
So thank you darling
for your love.
It warmed me twice.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Fri 8th Jan 2010 16:50
Dear Ann,is there chance you 'wood' like warming for a third time? me and the queerhawk(Mrs Wilde)are just loading loggintons on the fire-and filling the sherry glasses up.love this neat little poem-cute! and yes,wherefore art thou thermaturgicals? sadly missed indeed-prob with your pictorial fire is,it looks nice,but you can,y make holy ghost on it-lol-Stefeatures
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Isobel
Fri 8th Jan 2010 16:58
A touching one Ann - in time memories can bring warmth as well as sorrow - simply yet beautifully expressed. x