The Glass House

Living in a glass house, logs burning in the fireplace.

Surrounded with trees open spaces. Love in the air.

Night stars shinning, living in a glass house. Not a care.

At peace, filled with your grace, logs burning in the fireplace.

Dancing flames, violins and cello’s playing to the crackling sounds.

My heart pulsating, teary eyed, wandering adrift in sweet bliss.

Where did this all come from, I found my rest, living in a glass house.

Alone in your presence, full moon aglow, logs burning in the fireplace.

Living in a glass house, logs burning in the fireplace. Love in the air.

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