Inglenook

Illuminated by the light of the hearth

I went to bed one evening
And in the morning rose
To find a potted plant
With a healthy glow
Atop the mantel, sitting
But I’d not placed it so
I asked my love about it
He said he did not know

Where did it come from?
Should I leave it be?
Uncertain of intention
Was it even meant for me?
My darling, he denied it
‘Twas not the work of thieves
Our home is shared by two
So, how’d this come to be?