Last night like a wreath I was around you,
It was Christmas night, but I felt so blue,
Heard you express things about another,
Your words said he was not a worthy cotter,
Had so much to tell you but I lied honestly,
Anything I could've said was sparingly,
Because what I feel for you is not distant,
And this the truth be not doubted an instant,
While I listened to the bells in your voice,
All the while I feigned a smile, had no choice,
But from within, my heart cried for you,
You a pretty flower were wilting through,
Unfitting of a queen to be treated like a peasant,
By the hands of another who was not hesitant,
To yell at you through the phone obscenities,
Provoking in your complexion calamities,
I felt incompetent, ineffectual, hopeless,
Wanted you to hang up, he was worthless,
To hold you in my arms; tell you what I thought,
Caress you to sleep, admiring how you fought,
To assure you to look no further for appreciation,
I was there, to offer you all my comprehension,
Yet I dare not be intrusive, unneeded obstruction,
You are strong, clever and know how to function,
So all feelings aside, all I can offer is my presence,
I offer you my smile and laughter, my best presents...
(12/29/2005)
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