The slow burn of your kisses
When you look me in the eyes
It reminds me of something I missed
Which was you
And the reflection
Of how you closed your eyes
When you were hugging me close to you too
Must have been all this mistletoe Christmas.
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.
