December 25, 2010

• (A side story:  The Stolen Thought)

  The restless mind occupied
  By thoughts so unified
  About a girl named Christy
  Who’s nickname is Crispy
  Her silhouette etched in my memories
  As if I have known her for centuries
  A voice sweet a s a lullaby
  A melody only a maestro could visualize
  A contour more delicate than any porcelain vase
  Movements that exceeds a ballerinas grace
  I love her smile, the way she pouts
  But the way she loves me I can’t do without
  We are so lucky to have each other
  She is a girl like no other
  For my Christy
  My first lady, my only honey

  Merry Xmas~!

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