We sit

Quietly

Close to the light

Of a bright log fire

Reading,

Not needing

Conversation.

Our thoughts coalesce

Just one heart

We possess.

I rest my book

And look up

At your smile

Then I know

In a while

Concentration will break,

For I'm eager to take

Your sweet form

In my arms

Resting all through the night

Among such wondrous charms.

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Owain Glyn