Her freckles
are cinnamon sprinkles
that land
just across
her nose.
Her hair curls
like baby blue laughter
at the thought
of miseltoe.
She is my one and only
this festive girl
through and through.
And dear, to my one and only
Will I say "I do."
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 1:37 AM UTC
Her freckles
are cinnamon sprinkles
that land
just across
her nose.
Her hair curls
like baby blue laughter
at the thought
of miseltoe.
She is my one and only
this festive girl
through and through.
And dear, to my one and only
Will I say "I do."
A characters perspective on marriage during the holiday seasons.
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