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Mistletoe sounds sweet This year My nose against yours In the chilled air. Roses covered in a sparkling Chilled dew Frozen in the moment Of one last kiss Before freeways And telephones Replace all that Is in my eyes In my arms At my fingertips. One last embrace Before we depart The stars shine brightly Above our glowing bodies. I get comfort knowing Your voice isn’t too far And next time Will come sooner than I think But Darling, Tomorrow is too long And my lips stay warm Pressed against yours. Yes, mistletoe sounds sweet This year. ~*Home*~ |