it's christmas eve and i don't have any money
but i can give you gifts, bits of paper containing poetry.
because these words are all i have to convey
whatever ****** up reasons i might feel this way.
and i don't know if it even matters,
but now that i love you my thoughts aren't so scattered.
i am grateful for my sense and ability to see,
because your beautiful blue eyes move me like the waves of the sea.
so i'll write about it in the form of poetry
and give it to you as a gift on christmas eve