One True Love

We sit by the fire,
By the burning pyre,
It's you I desire,
Your face I admire.

Stare into your eyes,
My heart, to me cries,
It's love I surmise,
These feelings arise.

My hand rests upon your knee,
As we sit in jubilee,
Faces turned, toward the sea,
We sit here, both her and me.

And I finally know,
I know our love will grow,
I see your face aglow,
Outside, gently falls snow.

You fit like a glove,
I'm unworthy of,
The pretty white dove,
Of all of your love.