Merry Christmas, My Dear Love, by jwhwz
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Merry Christmas, my dear love;
You free my soul as wings do a dove.
You've been with me for five Noels;
Before the seventh, we will hear wedding bells.
Though, this has not been a joyous year;
I know the next one will be better, my dear.
Because this year didn't kill us;
Maybe, next year will fullfill us.
This one, our goal was to survive;
In the future, I hope we thrive.
Because we both have stong wills;
We can turn our mountains into hills.
We must keep our senses of humor;
Trust in each other; not in rumors.
The promise of a diamond ring;
Makes my soul just want to sing.
You are mine; my love for life;
I can't wait to be your wife.
So, let's celebrate every day;
Because, I love you in every way! |
Posted: 2011-11-08 13:41:17 UTC |
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