your love is a gift,

a wind that plays with my senses…

my hands are too tied,
too cooled, untrained

to hold you, to keep you
in my sphere

i have only
visions of your smile
playing over and over

you are free as the breeze
distant as the stars
a river that earth has no vessel for

you are
a beautiful christmas package
for a christmas morning

and i am
the deep of night
waiting for the morning
that never comes.

written by vicky

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