White Lace
©Cleve Sylcox

Snow falls on windowpane,
Fire roars in its place,
But my love is far away,
Adorned in white lace.

I wait for her restlessly,
With empty arms I cry,
I long to be near her,
As I pass the day by and by.

I dream of her sleeping,
In a white lace night-gown,
Her head on soft pillows,
While I wear a salty frown.

She will be home soon,
This I pray,
Because I cannot wait,
Yet another day.