Even when I didn't get a chance to kiss you yet
What it would be like
I could still or imagine
To be kissed by you
Even if it was underneath the mistletoe.
YOU ARE READING
The one Before that you were my Christmas
PoetryFrom all this cheer It seems to me It is going to be a white Christmas This coming end of the year.
Underneath the Mistletoe, I went in for a kiss
Even when I didn't get a chance to kiss you yet
What it would be like
I could still or imagine
To be kissed by you
Even if it was underneath the mistletoe.
