The Fireplace

As I sit, I stare wistfully into the fireplace and remember
Watching as the kindling is stacked so neatly
Lighting that first bright spark
Blowing ever so gently to keep the spark from dying
Fanning the smoldering ember
As the wafts of pungently sweet smoke filled the air
Hearing that first laughing crackle as the fire took hold
Smiling as the little flame peeked from the kindling
Feeding the flame with strong, aromatic woods
And old dry logs that caught quickly
Feeling the companionship of warmth and light
Building into a roaring blaze that I bask in still
The loving fire in your eyes

By DaWolf
(SPIRITWOLF29)

Love Is A Battlefield

The only battlefield worth fighting in
The only war where you won't recognize the enemy,
there are no uniforms, no loyalty,
no codes of ethics,
no boundries will go uncrossed,
no lines will go unbroken
no treachery will go untried
The only war humans wage where there is no honor,
unless you give it to yourself...
The only war where you have no comrades...
you fight alone... totally alone...
Love is death
Love is a doorway... a passage... a rite
Love requires both the death and the door
Love silently waits for the traveler to climb the hill
go through the gate
Love pushes some, pulls some, drags some, and leaves some
Love reaches out and finds some, and some find love
Love is lonely... pain... confusion... fear... but in the end?

Love is the center of all that is life

By s reynolds
(CANVASWRITER)