Merry Christmas, my Darling
In dedication to
Midnight Princess
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Vinnie could not help but gaze upon his long time wife of twenty-five wonderful years. He watched her stir, mumbling something soft in her sleep before quieting down to soft snores. He grinned softly from his position on the side he had come accustomed to. Reaching over to stroke her face, he ran a hand gently through her black-gray curls that he could not help but love. He just loved her all over form the moment he first saw her. That, he could remember, was when he vowed to be the best he could be for her. "I love you Midnight," he whispered. He held his breath, but only for a moment when she stirred once again. Somehow, even now, he felt like writing his heart. This year he had gotten everything she wanted for Christmas, as every year of their twenty-five years together, but this year he wished to present her silently with a gift from his heart.
Getting up from his warm spot in bed, he strode to the den where he begun to write. Many he crumbled up, thinking none were acceptable. Finally, before the dawn, a poem he fell for was put on paper:
Merry Christmas my sweet darling. Oh how my heart leaps, making it sore higher then The clouds in your mere presents. Come lay Beside me, and let me hold you close. You are My angel, my lover, and my best friend. I love you, Midnight, My one and only. I kiss you sweetly, never to let you go.
At night I watch you sleep. You are precious to me, my dear one. I caress your face, kiss you tenderly, and smile at your loving Beauty that you have given me. I love you beloved. Never let you Go.
Now as age advances, youth demised. I will still love you always. Never let you go until death do us part. Merry Christmas dear sweet Midnight. Thank you for the greatest gift of all.. You. I love you.
Vinnie put down the pencil and the pad before returning to the room. He saw Midnight laying on her other side away from him. This, of course, didn't matter. He would have to leave with his bros for the day on business, but to send his love. He would put the poem in an envelope; sealed with a kiss and his love onto his pillow for her to see. He did just this before doing what he had to do.
When Midnight woke up a few hours later, she was, at first, a little disappointed to see her husband gone, but it diminished quickly at the sight of a plain while envelope sitting on his pillow. Opening it, she begun to cry at the poem inside. "I love you too, Vinnie," she said aloud, but still a whisper. As the new day rises forth, Midnight had a smile on her face. She had gotten the greatest gift of all. A present sent to her from her husband with all his love.
Vinnie could not help but gaze upon his long time wife of twenty-five wonderful years. He watched her stir, mumbling something soft in her sleep before quieting down to soft snores. He grinned softly from his position on the side he had come accustomed to. Reaching over to stroke her face, he ran a hand gently through her black-gray curls that he could not help but love. He just loved her all over form the moment he first saw her. That, he could remember, was when he vowed to be the best he could be for her. "I love you Midnight," he whispered. He held his breath, but only for a moment when she stirred once again. Somehow, even now, he felt like writing his heart. This year he had gotten everything she wanted for Christmas, as every year of their twenty-five years together, but this year he wished to present her silently with a gift from his heart.
Getting up from his warm spot in bed, he strode to the den where he begun to write. Many he crumbled up, thinking none were acceptable. Finally, before the dawn, a poem he fell for was put on paper:
Merry Christmas my sweet darling. Oh how my heart leaps, making it sore higher then The clouds in your mere presents. Come lay Beside me, and let me hold you close. You are My angel, my lover, and my best friend. I love you, Midnight, My one and only. I kiss you sweetly, never to let you go.
At night I watch you sleep. You are precious to me, my dear one. I caress your face, kiss you tenderly, and smile at your loving Beauty that you have given me. I love you beloved. Never let you Go.
Now as age advances, youth demised. I will still love you always. Never let you go until death do us part. Merry Christmas dear sweet Midnight. Thank you for the greatest gift of all.. You. I love you.
Vinnie put down the pencil and the pad before returning to the room. He saw Midnight laying on her other side away from him. This, of course, didn't matter. He would have to leave with his bros for the day on business, but to send his love. He would put the poem in an envelope; sealed with a kiss and his love onto his pillow for her to see. He did just this before doing what he had to do.
When Midnight woke up a few hours later, she was, at first, a little disappointed to see her husband gone, but it diminished quickly at the sight of a plain while envelope sitting on his pillow. Opening it, she begun to cry at the poem inside. "I love you too, Vinnie," she said aloud, but still a whisper. As the new day rises forth, Midnight had a smile on her face. She had gotten the greatest gift of all. A present sent to her from her husband with all his love.