Christmas in the Booth

Along these shores,
I see....
Chilling winds of winter greeting us,
Under the blooming moonlight,
With its cold, freezing caress,
That numbs the enchanting face,
Of a damsel,
In a furry, pink cloak.

Across the pier,
I view....
Glittering lights of the Christmas night,
Coloring the waterfront,
With sparkling glitters,
That reflect the beauty in the eyes,
Of my love,
Who cuddles my arms.

Under the streetlight,
I kiss....
Her luscious lips that invite me,
And her rosy cheeks,
In the telephone booth,
That sheltered us from the cold,
Of winter night,
Before the smiling moon.

Through the minute,
I gaze....
At her beautiful face that seduces,
The soul that yearns,
The heart that craves,
For an everlasting minute,
In the booth,
Along the shores of this golden coast.

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