Where the Heart is

The chimney stirs every so slightly

Here he kisses her ever so gently 

As she holds his hands ever so tightly

They sleep among the powdered soot

In this home they've built ever so perfectly 

But a knock at the door would soon wake

An image of perfection too soon to take

Mistress of hell in a world so fake 

These lovers rise to a world of mistake

The chimney stirs ever so slightly..