Christmas Poem, 2017
No fears, confusions or the chill of frost
Can steal what’s true and can’t be lost.
True love may hide but will again be found
When Christmas time comes around.
It’s that twinkle in the eye
Whether things are fine or go awry.
It’s the little things, like a friendly touch
That seem so slight but mean so much.
Nothing can ever stand in the way
When true love shines and has its sway
So romp we shall, and with joy we play
For our love is true and owns the day.