"The Poet's Corner..."

The wind outside is a low, distant moan,

A world of white and frost-bound stone.

But here, the fire's embrace is deep,

While secrets that the embers keep,

Ignite a warmth that finds its way

To banish cold and doubt away.

 

Two men, a quiet world within the frame

Of window panes that frost their name.

One hand rests on a lover's hip,

The other traces a gentle lip.

They are a haven, safe and true,

Where cold outside can’t pierce through.

 

The hearth's red heart, a steady beat,

Makes every shared moment sweet.

And as they hold each other near,

They find their winter disappears.

In this one spot, where they can be,

A lifetime of love, you and me.