Christmas Eve
I stand before you on this holiday eve,
having brought my gifts,
much as I suppose
a drummer boy did so long ago,
I too disclose
as expressions of love expose
while awed by your splendor
overwhelmed by your grandeur
touched by your character
I stand before you,
an admirer
The first present I present
are my songs and poems
each word represents
a precious ounce of my soul,
as simply by reading them,
a piece of me you now own
next open the tiny box and rests inside,
cradled delicately upon
a white cotton puff dwells
one tiny shimmering tear,
as egg inside nest,
it fell
one night after making love,
when
your magnificent face I beheld
as onto your body,
I tightly held.
also find a bag full,
plucked from roses fresh,
a thousand thin petals red - each petal represents
a smile that you've bequest
every time you've said 'yes',
each time you've tenderly touched my flesh
created a blush, caused my cheeks to flush,
inducing my heart to laugh and sing
and though perhaps it may be hard to believe,
yes, I have been counting
and this ring box holds
a twinkling sparkle from my eye
more brilliant than any gem
could ever dare to try
and more abundant since it occurs
whenever thoughts of you occupy
my mind, and of that frequency,
its intensity clearly verifies
and what of this jar of white sea sand?
each grain redeemable for a kiss on demand
any time, any place, you need only whisper
and your fulfillment is my command
and my final gift to you tonight
are my drum sticks,
with warn spots on the wood
and tightly wrapped
with ribbons thin - red and white,
hold them to your ear
and songs of love you will hear
each song carries with
and gives to you this gift:
a tiny part
of my heart
Merry Christmas My Love
© Ocean 1998
