We sit
Quietly
Close to the light
Of a bright log fire
Reading,
Not needing
Conversation.
Our thoughts coalesce
Just one heart
We possess.
I rest my book
And look up
At your smile
Then I know
In a while
Concentration will break,
For I'm eager to take
Your sweet form
In my arms
Resting all through the night
Among such wondrous charms.
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Owain Glyn
YOU ARE READING
Windswept
PoetryThis is only a small selection of Windswept The full collection is due for publication by Outerbank Publishing Group very shortly. It can be pre ordered at http://www.outerbankpublishing.com/store/#/Windswept-Poems-of-Love/p/53782074/category=141870...
