Fourth Day Of Christmas - A Poem

There’s this ditty I love to sing

Unlyric’d

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Always tugging on my heartstrings

Coaxing my sweetness to the front

Claiming the guiltness of my flaws.

It’s you,

All the things that you do;

The arc of your smile,

The ride in your stride,

The sheen in your eye.

It’s true

Everything’s you;

The promise of your touch,

The nurse of your words,

Stand you out from the bunch.

You put the rhythm in my Xmas

Yes, you deserve a very Merry Xmas.

Eneh