By The Fire Place
I'm freezing I need body heat.
I have frost bite on my feet.
My lips your mouth had not yet greet.
Candles glowing light.
Cut through the foggy glass so bright.
The window seat has a view.
Outside the mountains frosty you knew.
Now it's just us two.
Tomorrow more will come.
Soon this vacation will be done.
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