All I want for Christmas is peace in the world
and in my heart.
It is long since that was true , years of sorrow
years of missing the warmth of love
the heat of intimacy.
Gone so many years now, never to return
Christmas reminds me of the lost one
years ago, gone, with my heart in his hand
to him invisible, unknown,
yet to me the beginning of the time,
of life lived without joy, or purpose.
I wonder daily how I go on, yet I believe
In the sanctity of life that God gave me.
He did not guarantee happiness, just life.
So life it is, people pass as shadows, none
beside my beloved family, touch my heart
none try, none breech the wall as solid as brick!
Today I miss the good times, the loving times
(I will never miss the bad times). I long
For that last Christmas spent
In the glow of love