With Christmas
With Christmas
Comes the soft snow
The roasted chestnut
The starry glow
In the eyes
Of the ones who are loved
With Christmas
Comes the mistletoe
The soft pink lips
The Cupid's bow
That melts into
The souls of the lovers
With Christmas
Comes the sound of love
The sound underground
The sound above
Which jingles ever so lightly
And which I am deaf to
With Christmas
Comes the memory of you
Your light red nose
The faded pink hue
On your upper cheeks
From walking in the cold
With Christmas
Returns the ghost of time
When you said you had to leave
And I said it was fine
But really I was hiding
What I was feeling inside
Couldn't you tell that I wasn't fine?
Copyright © Paakhi Bhatnagar | Year Posted 2015
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