I see you there watching me imagine my dreams,
of you whispering in my ear the love that you give.
I taste the chocolate on your lips as you smile,
kissing away the eve of a Christmas shared with you.
I have no wishes but the one waking up in your arms,
how closely I hold you before unwrapping your body.
A soft touch on your face my fingers melting within,
unable to feel the day for the night is still my guide.
I look into the stars hoping one will fall my way,
so this wish I have for Christmas could somehow be made clear.
In this moment I realize a star did fall towards me,
laying here beside me as all of my dreams fade away.
You are the wish and my star the only gift I need,
desires have never known what this is I have in you.
To see your eyes looking into mine as our tree sparkles and shines,
so much beauty held within a single stare shared with you.
When I hear you speak my name all sound are in the distance,
watching in slow-motion your lips curve my way.
I wish a wish upon my Christmas heart bearing your touch,
when I wake I only want you under my tree.
Johnny Newell
of you whispering in my ear the love that you give.
I taste the chocolate on your lips as you smile,
kissing away the eve of a Christmas shared with you.
I have no wishes but the one waking up in your arms,
how closely I hold you before unwrapping your body.
A soft touch on your face my fingers melting within,
unable to feel the day for the night is still my guide.
I look into the stars hoping one will fall my way,
so this wish I have for Christmas could somehow be made clear.
In this moment I realize a star did fall towards me,
laying here beside me as all of my dreams fade away.
You are the wish and my star the only gift I need,
desires have never known what this is I have in you.
To see your eyes looking into mine as our tree sparkles and shines,
so much beauty held within a single stare shared with you.
When I hear you speak my name all sound are in the distance,
watching in slow-motion your lips curve my way.
I wish a wish upon my Christmas heart bearing your touch,
when I wake I only want you under my tree.
Johnny Newell
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