For eons hence
Her praise, my heart's pride
Her breathe content with truth
With no dry moisture of serpentry
I'll never lie
To any ear above the mouth
My memory, a salt worth remembrance
Neither faded nor biased
I still cling to her figure
And everything of that day
So long ago, so far ago
Yet smells of yesternight
Yuletide had come
Christmas trees everywhere
Yulelogs, smiles, 'merry merry'
My heart akin to a prince's
But no one had sang:
Romeo meets Juliet
'T goes over my head
How of all days I met her
Beauty without jewellery
Smile, shiny a sight; yummy!
And my stumble on the stone
Oh, the first words...
Leaning on the Christmas tree
Lights all colouring me
Bright and virile I looked
That she ran
Saying her first words;
'My dear Mr Right'
Mr Right on christmas!
Maybe my ears had wax
But she had been eloquent
Even for the eyes to hear
The hug was so tight
Whence we gasped for air
We didn't wheeze
For the scent was of love
Opening the nostrils wider
I breathing in
With a rhythm she breathed out
Our heads reeling away
She was gorgeous
Vitrifying ma eyes
She was a love virtuoso;
Knowing everything they call love
Oh, she made me yearn!
Whetting my appetite to love
In the distance, 'Merry Christmas'
As I clung to my lover
Am a Piscean, but I felt a Capricornian
Santa Claus passed, waving 'Christmas Love'
Looking at my Juliet, I kissed
Knowing soon, it would be Boxing Day
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