May This Christmas Be the First of Many
May this Christmas
be the first of many,
Each more joyous in our growing
love,
Revealing more of happiness than
any
Riches might provide or pain remove.
Years
flow like an unrepentant river,
Carrying the soil of life
away,
Holding far more than they can
deliver,
Rushing past the certitudes that
stay.
In love there is an instance of
forever
So shy and lovely it eludes the
eye,
The sense of being home when we're
together,
More enduring than a reason why.
As
love is born of passion, borne by will,
So may for many
years we choose love still.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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