Yuletide

Your waves are rude and your lining is getting thinner All the thoughts would tingle and form a thick clot I'm not a doctor,I can't heal wounds Just a lover whose heart calls out to yours In cheer moments i say, I'd write a manuscript highlighting every time I felt loved by you,archeologist would find them on my tombstone I believe in afterlife and reincarnation, a lifetime isn't enough to get all the thrills of my love for you I'd hand you a plain book and make you write interesting pieces of how my body makes you feel And if anything ever happens to you,I'll matt your locs into my hair so I carry a piece of you even on days I don't remember who I'm And everytime I write an interesting piece and get asked who my muse was,I'll tell about about the man who became my Christmas miracle