Sense Sonnet - Pumper

Fire Love

The fireplace, a zone of romance.
A couple in love, sit in front,
Watching me weave wisps of entrance,
Sending them forth to fuel the hunt
For those treasured moments of love.
As I dance merrily to make
What dreams of passion are made of.
My mission is for true love's sake.
I only need a bit of wood
To send my message forth in glow,
And cover the couple in good
Warmth of the heart. I make it so.

Of human touch, I never tire.
One of the perks of being fire.