the perfect gift I didn't buy you anything for Christmas You said you wouldn't mind I looked all over for the perfect gift but nothing seemed like you At least nothing I could find It's not fare that I would have to buy you something That would live up to your uniqueness It's really just not possible . . . there's nothing For a Beauty all encompassing majestically perfect princess Besides I couldn't bear it The risk is far too great To put all of my heart in To something you might hate Somehow I had to touch your heart And I know you love it when I write I'll give you all of me. Pure feelings on paper from the start It's worth so much, a gift without price A priceless gift that's worth so much and doesn't cost a dime Stay with me . . .and I'll write poetry for you any time I don't need a holiday to show you how I feel Christmas or any other day, what we have is real So if I ask Santa for you Will you ask him for me? Then on Christmas we can have each other Together. The way it should be
