"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
I used my christmas wish on you,
as I did my birthday too.
I wished upon a shooting star
that you might come from where you are
to give a christmas gift of love
a christmas kiss sent from above.
I waited for the blackened skies,
and till the rain could hide my sighs.
This winter time when it is love, my dear,
that warms our hearts to banish fear.
I closed my eyes and thought of you,
of all those things i’d die to do
And whispered out my little prayer
and prayed as hard as I could dare.