Pine Tree

I long for his touch and

scent of cologne that

embraces around me

as we yearn to hold,

His smile brings light

like a Christmas tree

in a cold night by

the fire side,

Humming to the

sounds that he is

next to me,

Deck the halls

laces us with joyous

moves,

Warmth surges us

with laughter and

shakes away all

inner pain,

Word exchange

like presents wrap

in bows,

Unknown until one

opens up to see

their pain,

Or wonderful page

to share on panes,

We unwrap our

fragile souls and

make a hearth on

our wooden floor.