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Christmas is here, A warm home, the tiny lights dance at the Christmas tree, it is embellished with sugar canes and delicate ornaments colored boxes,wrapped finely around the tree make us dream, imagining what they have inside, for a night we become children again the delicious dinner is almost ready, the table is set the candlelights illuminate all around while the scent of pine and cinnamon catch our senses... outside,a cold night, the stars blink their eyes to us in this magical night where children and Caroleers sing Christmas carols surrounded by decorations and snowmen at the streets, the wind blows, I can listen it

I can write about many things I can write about death I can write about life I can write about light I can write about dark I can write about smiles I can write about frowns I can write about joy I can write about being down and so much more but when it comes to love I can only write about you and me cause it's from my heart and my heart belongs to you. Merry Christmas baby!

 I want to tell you that you are beautiful But I don't merely want these words heard I want them felt by you      Because you should feel as beautiful as you are It's not just your eyes that make you beautiful (though they seem to always invite my awe-struck gaze) And it's not just your hair (though the strokes of light in each strand illuminate everything around you) And it's not just your smile (though it reminds me to enjoy life instead of focusing on the struggles it brings) And it's not just your voice (which will always, always sweep me away from my sorrows and draw me closer to an unexplainable happiness) Or even