a delicate form of perfect design
emotion cast forth from this my forlorn heart
euphoria overwhelms my soul pure life from that of you
restless ambition o to see her delicate form of perfect design
a rose blossomed in the presence of death beauty dwells within her soul
taken from me my remorse she touches deep my lifeless interium
she taints my calloused hands of retreat with aboundless hope
a child of blessing sweet angel of peace
beauty sleeps in the core of my abandonment
utter soul of grief transformed to gold
tears so beautiful ne’er my eyes have taste
a solitary rose blossomed in the midst of winter harsh
a solitary rose blossomed in the midst of winter harsh
with petals ever glorious seen have i never such a display
as the spring yields beauty so you are that which never grows old
sweet girl with peppermint breath candy canes have you for me
in return would i give you my heart my love my all for you dear
you turn my winter palace into summertime warmth solace pure
repose have i in the sound of your very voice in slumber i see you
passion my daily youth disturbs your face in every wonder i gaze
the stars i trace and you become the angel of night i see
you the princess of the celestial realm-cassiopeia you are
of my existence never have i felt my artic heart melt as such for you-
a solitary rose blossomed in the midst of winter harsh
eve of christmas
eve of christmas worlds apart from that of you
separation is my angst my tears i hold back
longing for that day when i will look in eyes beautiful
the eyes of a girl who am i missing so very much
she has not the slightest of how my emotions are composed
how i am tempted that these feelings would not overwhelm
but it would be then that the moment of heaven would depart
from my very spirit and i would be reduced to misery oncemore
never awake
she looked upon me with those eyes with unmatched glamour
a kiss i stole beneath the tall trees of the forest deep in the hollow
under the ocean of stars perfected under the gaze of the moon
never would i trade a moment with a muse so inspired am i
her voice is a language of love a thousand angels such delicate choir
eyes she has are a window into a spirit of kindred emotion sweet
snow came down slowly resting in her hair i swear she is divine
and i ask to myself to never awake from a dream a vision of the future
holiday
i want only to wake up tomorrow with you in my arms
would hold you tight and never let befall upon you harm
every thought is electric i am mesmerized by the thought of you
to see you would be a moment of paradise complete in my eyes
you would be my princess i would take you to that beautiful place
that place where you and i are forever upon the wings of a dream
every whisper from your perfect beauty would be an inspiration
much as it already is hang i upon your every word heaven you are
drown in your sweetness i do when i ponder your very life to me
christmas is alive in my heart forever if i am with you
because every day that you are is to be a holiday forevermore
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