Siting By Are Fire Place Poem by BRUCE MARTONE

IT WAS A COLD DECEMBER NIGHT
THE TEMPERATURE WAS READING ZERO
MY BABY WAS WARMING UP THE BRANDIE JUST RIGHT
WHILE WE WERE LOOKING IN EACH OTHER EYES
AND SITING BY OUR FIRE PLACE SITING REAL CLOSE
WITH THE LOOK OF LOVE ON OUR FACE
HOPING LATER TO IN BRACE WHEN THE FIRE PLACE
BURN OUT THAN WILL GO UPSTAIRS
LETTING OUR LOVE GO FREE WITHOUT A CARE
JUST HER AND I ALONE UP THERE
WHILE THE MUSIC IS PLAYING REAL SLOW
I START TO WHISPER THE WORDS SHE STOP ME
AND SAID I ALREADY KNOW