Lying by the fireside,
Stretched about
Like logs on wet ground,
Still -
You by me,
And the world all gone
Into the mist —
The Earth our bed,
The sky our cover,
The solemn giants looking on
With primitive pleasure,
In this solitude
Hold me to you,
Make me yours;
And in this breath
I am defeated
I love you... love you.. love you............
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