The fleeting image remaineth still
I try in vain to vanquish—not,
The timeless pleasure of your memory
If once was lost, I’ve surely caught

On this first day of Christmas
The Santa helpers are filled with glee,
Of all the presents to be delivered
Remembrance of you is gift to me

What is your wish this giving season?
There’s hardly a cost I would not pay,
For the valuation matters little
An artisan could make but can he say . . .

What stirs his heart cannot be priced
Trinkets and garments and gems and things,
You’re worth them all man-made’s material
But there’s a joy that intimacy brings

Unmatched by all earthly efforts
A woman should be held by sacred arms,
I’ll make us mochas in anticipation
Some holiday wizardry with all the charms . . .

Of a simple but earnest man whose love
Is unadorned but generously true,
What does Christmas deeply mean
If not a chestnut fire with you

Here we are, this first day of Christmas
The chocolatiers are filled with glee,
Of all the presents yet to be wrapped
I simply want you by my fragrant tree . . . .

(to be cont.)

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She wants intimacy for the holidays. -Rg2

© 2016 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®