Beneath the logs, a flame sits to
crackle and heat and bake...
This is where we come, from hard
snow shoveling, to take
a warming, rested break.
The flames in the fire place, do warm
and unfreeze, many a frosted heart...
That is why we easily get hypnotized,
since we are so decisively warm and smart.
Watch the flames, now, as they dance and play...
A sight well deemed, so fun, this happy, cold day.
The romance from this place can easily, to all, instill...
As the kisses, that follow, can remove away, all the
sad and wintery, chill.
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Beautiful poem written in eloquence and nice imagery used here...10/10