who says i cant write cheesy poems?
here's one for jolly old Christmas day...


beatitude

it's with much joy that i profess
this love for thee
on this festive day to make merry.
it's with you,
that each day is akin to a gift
a sense of gaiety or relief,
so unravel then with eagerness
and mind not come what may
for the winter wind shall sweep thy sorrows away.
it's with clandestine that St Nicholas entered
and we are caught unaware
as akin to love with joy in tow.
it's this that they say about love
that it is a lighted flame in the fireplace,
a sense of warmth to the bitter chill of solitude.
so be unafraid to love
be unafraid to give
be unafraid of love as it is.

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