Love

You catch my eye

Like the candle flame

Fluttering before it dies

Beautiful and frail.

 

I reach out for you

Your skin feels like sun beams

I burn my finger tips in longing.

 

 

In your smile

I see the truths lined up

Like fir trees

Waiting to be picked up

To a joyful Christmas home.

 

December 2016

 

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