Fourth Day Of Christmas - A Poem

There’s this ditty I love to sing

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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

Third Day Of Christmas - A Poem

Hearts are open wide

People catching feelings,

Thrusting hips from side to side

Happiness is the culture

Laughter, the dialect;

Love’s sold out luster.

    

Hit the streets

High voltage in the air,

Sparks fly upward as hearts meet.

Come as you are

And present the gift of you.

I too will come as I are.

Eneh

First Day Of Christmas - A Poem

From a lowly Cattle Shed

To tears of affection shed;

The world is a manger

And you, and I, her magi.

I’ll spare my frankincense

If you can lose your gold

Knowin’ you, knowin’ me’ll be our myrrh

Take my hand, drink of our essences

As we witness the inevitable unfold

To knead hearts of stone, spill love waiting there.

Eneh