Scent of pine straw, wood and leaves
burning in my fireplace.
This “sit and stare time” relieves
me from the daily race.
Mesmerized as the night fire heaves,
within the flames I see your face.
I turn my gaze to the hearth.
The one we built with stones
you collected from when we joined our hearts
until you reached the catacombs.
From floor to ceiling our mantle marks
our life with these collected stones.
The base stone — heavy, large and strong
I kneel upon, ignite the nightly blaze.
Together we placed this base along
the wall to last us all our days.
Reminiscent of your passion strong,
and faithfulness to me always.
Upon this base, two cobblestones
more flat than they are round,
both half the width of th’ understone
lay across the stone upon the ground.
And like our smaller wedding stones,
mark us two as one forever…
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