whole hours go by
and I can think of nothing but you
if I had seen you then
I probably would have run to you
so the white roses I
delivered to you
represented the snowflakes of our love
on this a good Christmassy morning
that the warm smiles are real
and the smell of pine needles
a tiny bit of eggnog or pumpkin
in your pie or maybe one made of apples
and the taste of just some
of the beautiful kisses and
sweet sweet berries
or a hug that becomes a slow dance
with a bit of ice cream on top
or even a happy swollen
pumpernickel bread stuffed with cake
fresh from the oven
all of these
are what our love is…
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