Yes I Still Believe Poem by Lost River

Yes, I still believe, and
It is
True Love, that has brought this story
To your door

For I truly love a cozy chair, an open fire
Grandchildren, playing on my floor
My favorite book, Coca Cola's taste desired

Yet I've purpose with this story and it's
Mine alone
For
Such selfish comforts are these
But as a man I scarcely enjoy them on my own
Until I've done my best to ease
The grief and pains, That are everywhere
They abide with me even today
So my book, my coke, my easy chair
Must wait,
Till I find some way

To send true loves message
Or loving words I wish to say
I hope you never forget them
And in return whisper them to someone today
These tender words many families have never spoken
These types of letters never sent
But still this is the long forgotten message
The wealth of true love, never spent
I send them out to those who wait
To show them that true love still cares

Even yet

I know
It might sound strange to you
But I still believe, and this is love's way

My wish, my hopes, I pray
The very best for you
On this coming Christmas Day