Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Simple Word Or Two






 It may not be gift boxed,
 underneath the Christmas tree,
no need for gift wrap and
metallic bows to please.

My treasured holiday gifts
come every day of the year
as I celebrate our love
with each moment we share.

There are many memories
that comfort day and night,
like my very own sunshine
bringing a warmth of light.

Glitter and sparkle
doesn't need to be bought
as my eyes twinkle
with every loving thought.

I cherish all the gifts
tht come from your heart
as I knew you were special
and caring from the start.

In return I write
a simple word or two
to express my gratitude
and my dying love for you.

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