“I love you”


If I had time,
To commit to pen,
And paper,
A sort of rhyme,
It would begin with
Bells,
And end with tine.

So when the weather becomes cold,
And the reindeer,
More bold,
There will be something to warm,
Those who gaze upon it,
Something by candlelight, lit.

As there are those of us,
Who would cause a fit.
To see something so precious,
So wonderfully,
Lit.

To where, alas,
By the fire,
Where some,
Retire,
And when angels themselves,
Are blue,
You’ll have,
An, “I love you.”

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