FIREPLACE POETRY

She’d heard a thousand country songs
On dusty roads and summer drives,
About wild hearts and steady love
And stories stitched to simple lives.

But every tune would fade away
Like echoes drifting on the breeze—
Until the day she met his smile
And felt her heart fall into key.

He was a sunrise on the fields,
Strong and steady, warm and true,
Brave enough to stand through storms,
The kind of man who sees love through.

And suddenly the songs made sense—
Every line and steel guitar.

Her favorite country song, she found,
Was never played in some old bar.

It walked right in, took her hand,
And loved her just the way you should—

A steady beat, a faithful heart.

Her favorite country song…
Was good.
And it was him. 🎶

Written By: Alex Garvin (Fireplace-Poetry)