The fire dances with golden strands
And she flexes her soft, delicate hands
And right behind her, Ian Kabra stands.
"What are you drawing?" he inquires.
Eyes like amber are glittering with glee,
Having surprised this red-haired beauty
And she blushes, and says, "You and Natalie."
And right away he's warm as the fires.
Sure that he is laughing at her
This charming, handsome whisperer
She is stammering. "Well...um, er…"
And he knows that she is nervous.
He says, "Show it to me,"
So she complies, rather meekly.
She's an artist, he can see.
"Dan, please do not observe us!"
She jumps at his sudden yell
She turns to Dan and sees him as well
Dan yells, "I'm gonna tell!"
And she gives him a burning hot look.
But everything is perfect for he
Sipping his scalding Earl Grey tea
sitting beside her, quite carefree.
She takes back her sketchbook
And starts coloring a nose
And he sits next to her, her cheeks like a rose
She is sparking, and twinkling, and glinting, and glows,
And there is no complaint from she.
The couch made of leather
Warm despite the freezing weather
As they sit together
Together forever: Ian and Amy.