Eagle Heart, your poem was like a beautiful painting.


hope, fire, window, hearth

I was a fair young girl, around twenty five,
Full of hopes and fantasies; fresh and alive.
I was running in the cold night, to catch a bus.
Too busy to stop, always in a rush.

Through a window, shadows of a blazing fire
made me stop; - what I saw, filled my heart with desire.
There sat an old couple arm in arm by the hearth,
Eating chocolates, and cuddling, they were full of mirth

That’s what I want, that’s what I lack,
Need no villa or pink Cadillac.
Want a man to hold me and love me forever,
That’s gold, compared to any business endeavour.