It's Chris, Miss

The presents sat beneath,
so delicately entwined.
A little face, lay in anxious wait
for the present she would find.

Before she would delve herself,
another small face drew close.
A smile, he warmly portrayed
as her cheeks grew pinkish-rose.

“It’s Chris, miss,” he said,
as he handed a modest gift.
Lily was pleasantly surprised
at his smiles, quick and swift.

Many Christmases did pass,
and the seeds of love did sow.
They always met at that very spot
underneath the mistletoe.

Reviews

[Rick Puetter]

Dear Murtuza,

Oh, this is very nice. A simple story filled with love. These are the very best kind.

Greatly enjoyed for its openness, directness, and pureness of spirit. Highest marks!

Best regards,

Rick

[❤ Maggie ❤..]

Aw! This was so cute! I loved it! :)))

[Siddhartha]

The innocence of first love - when the whole cosmos seems to conspire and the skies seem full with magic...

[Thea Fuentebella]

nice write. i think it would be more awesome if you make it longer... i was kinda eager to know what happens to them after that..wee :)

[qaralynn]

D'aww cute poem! =)