Christmas again. Yet this is the time to feel and Remorse about the love we lost: This is my loss of Love in context to the relation of your loveliness underneath the mistletoe. Yet even if poured into the ‘special glasses’ The sherry in your hand somehow never seems to taste quite so sweet. (Read Related : Romantic Christmas) And even with your warmth The fireplace still weeps tears of over dramatic imagery. Its sooty voice screams the name of loneliness gripped in a frantic search for presents In Santa’s coal dusted stocking
And as I reminisce at days to become the past Like the silver bubals that glisten in future fairy lights; (Read Related : Christian Story) All I want this year is to put up my decorations upon my fake and fibre-optic tree, And just pray I’ve been a good boy - Show compassion to the context of love towards obnoxious family. Have I been a good boy? Hoping that Santa will eventually, climb down my dark and dusty chimney Christmas Love Poems Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5
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