the first present I present 
are my songs and poems
each word representing 
a precious ounce of my soul,
and by simply reading them, 
a piece of me you now own.

next open the tiny box and rests inside, cradled
delicately upon a white cotton puff dwells
one tiny shimmering tear, as egg inside nest, it fell
one night after making love, when 
your magnificent face I beheld
and onto your body, I tightly held.

also find a bag full, plucked from roses fresh,
a thousand thin petals red - each petal represents 
a smile that you've bequest 
every time you've said 'yes',
each time you've tenderly touched my flesh
and created a blush or caused my cheeks to flush,
inducing my heart to laugh and sing
and though perhaps it may be hard to believe,
yes my Love, I have been counting

and this ring box holds
a twinkling sparkle from my eye
more brilliant than any gem
could ever dare to try 
and more abundant since it occurs
whenever thoughts of you occupy
my mind, and of that frequency, 
its intensity clearly verifies 

and what of this jar of white sea sand? 
each grain redeemable for a kiss on demand
any time, any place, 
you need only whisper 
and your fulfillment is my command

and my final gift to you tonight
are my drum sticks,
warn spots in the wood wrapped tight 
with thin ribbons - red and white, 
hold them to your ear
and you will hear my songs of love,
and each time for you one song starts 
it carries with and gives to you this gift:
a tiny part 
of my heart

Merry Christmas,  My Love

©Oceanldy