When friendship or love moves our hearts inside
Like fluttering wings of a bird
Love claims us now, sofly and swift
Without uttering a single word
Day after day, the growing of love
From the touch of a simple kiss..
Starting from such a small mystery
And blossoming into pure bliss
Burning passions, comfort and pride
From a man who's love is so dear
Giving so much, but the best gift of all
Is when he sheds just a single tear
Emotions mean much, from a man who loves, deep
Because he never will pass me by
He masks his fear with his heart in his hand
And gives me the softest sigh
For Christmas, he gives me a part of himself
He is his own fanciful wreath..
Decorated by tears, by joy and by love
I'm stolen, and he is the thief
This dear friend of my heart, I love him
And tonight, when my soul's wings
take flight
I'll take him with me, in dreams
Into the orbital blackness of night
written by Susan Jane Kahon
December 24
Christmas Eve
6:29pm
Recovered: Sept. 12th, 2023
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