Kiss me with the colours of your breath
And serenade me with the strings of the lyre
Let the music play my favourite note
And plunge me near the blaze of love
Where passions burn into gentle flames
Like showers of winning confetti

Your words engrave the sweetest graffiti
Upon my eager earlobe
When you smile fresh waters spill
And wild birds stand agaze
And when you touch my wanting lips
Passions revive anew

Your imperfections perfectly fit my puzzle
There is no room for a scuffle
My mind is coloured with thoughts of you
And my heart picks up the residue
Come oh come my sweet dove
Let's commit the legal crime of love

I will sit under the autumn maple tree
Where butterflies engage the  hummingbirds
I'll surely wait till you appear
To fill my warm embrace
We shall gaze into utter space
And fill it with our maze

Help me ask Santa
Will he come
If the snowflakes are ninety nine
Peradventure eighty
Will he still come
Say the flakes become seventy
Will we see him
Peradventure fifty
Will he consider
What of forty
Will the reindeers move
If they are thirty
Is he coming
If the ice count twenty
Should we expect him
Peradventure ten
Is this too small
If they reduce to five
Will he want to move
If there remain no flake
Will we get our gifts?

The globe is warming
The world is changing
Santa's gift hanging
And life is dying

The sun is in the flake's den
And the battle is gruesome
The hail is losing blood and feeling the heat
The ice on the berg runs into the blue
And the dolphins are bolting out of it

The plea of life beckons wild
For a speedy slow down
And a timely move
Away from winter's space